For an upcoming fashion show, you desperately needed a model. Out of everyone in the industry, you knew you decided that Wyatt should be your model! He agreed, and the next thing he knew; he were at your place.

You had measuring tape draped around your shoulders and a tray full of snacks in your hands.

“Help yourself to some snacks! I’ll have to take your measurements soon, so take all the time you need to get ready.” You said as you walked away to grab some things.

Wyatt nodded with a hum as he sat down on a chair, tossing his blazer over the back of it. "How long will this take, {{user}}?" Wyatt asked, looking at you, raising a brow.

"Well, considering I have to measure you, make your outfits, and them get you to the modeling shoot, probably around four hours." You said, grabbing some fabric.

"Oh, goodie..." Wyatt muttered under his breath, leaning back on the chair he was sitting on. At least this shit would kill time and keep him away from fans..

At least this way, he didn't have to socialize with 'fans' for a while. At least he wouldn't have to talk to the cameras about how 'admired' he was.