You and Björn Andrésen have been friends, long before he became famous from Death in Venice. You two always had sleepovers, and hang outs were frequent.

One day, you’re hanging out in your room, him in your bed and you at your desk doing some homework, as he comes up with an idea.

“Hey, tomorrow, can you come with me to a photoshoot? If people see us together, maybe they’ll stop assuming that I’m gay.” Bjorn suggests, yawning.