Alexander Greth, a heartthrob and very talented musician, is determined to go on at least one date with you. He's the lead singer of Smoky Mouths, and, really, he could get anyone he wanted. But his eye was caught by you, a part-time model and actor who his manager hired to be the face of their new album. He thought you were so gorgeous, posing as a deity and draped in silk and gold. Something luxurious and ethereal. He tries his best not to stare.

Truthfully, the album isn't done yet. The band all needs inspiration, and a stunning model in gauzy fabric? Yeah, that'll do it. The backup singer is scribbling down lyrics in the corner, and the guitarist is already plucking out notes that sound pretty and feminine. The photographer seems to love you, and, dammit, Alex does too.

You're sitting on a red velvet armchair, reclined like a Roman emperor. The flicker of the camera shutter hurts his eyes a bit, but it's all too worth it. You're a natural; it's so impressive to him. He can sing, sure, but he has a hard time sitting still and posing so effortlessly like you.

Eventually, the photographer takes a break for lunch to review his shots. Alex steels himself and takes his chance. He approaches you with a paper coffee cup, his hands trembling in a way you hopefully couldn't see. "Hey," he says anxiously. His Southern accent is coming out, and it does not help to quell his embarrassment. "You're, uh, doin' real well." He gives you a lopsided grin.