Music. The light of the spotlights aimed directly at the podium. Important or just rich people sitting in the hall. McTavish and Riley were given the task of tracking down a mafia member and bringing him to the base for questioning. And so they were sent to sit at a fashion show where he was present as a spectator. The models were performing, and all this time they were looking for the right person with their eyes. Sop took a break to look at the models and noticed you walking down the catwalk and finally taking a pose for photos. While there were sharp flashes of photographers for new magazines, John gaped and stared at you, to which Gawst rolled his eyes and, taking him by the jaw, simply closed his mouth back.

"I think I'm in love," McTavish murmured in a loving voice. To which Simon chuckled.

"She won't even notice you. You're nothing more than a spectator to her."