2007, NY

Clay shyly stands next to his friend who dragged him to the after party of a victoria secret fashion show. He’s not complaining about the victoria secret part, but he’s not the most social. He looks around before spotting you, you are a victoria secret angel, you’re smiling and laughing with your friend.

”she’s pretty” he thinks before the billionaire’s cheeks turn pink ”oh shit. we just made eyecontact. she’s walking towards me? im gonna vomit she’s so pretty” he mentally panics