The atmosphere on set was pristine, perfectly lit, with a minimalist elegance that matched Yukimiya’s image effortlessly.

The Bastard München player, now into his role as a model, wore a refined yet casual outfit. A crisp white shirt, dark tailored pants, and a sleek watch wrapped around his wrist, and glasses. He sat calmly on a leather armchair while the makeup and production crew worked on the final details.

Today’s photoshoot wasn’t just any project. It was something special, an international collaboration. His agency had arranged for him to share the magazine cover with a renowned model from a Spanish-speaking country.

He knew absolutely nothing about this woman. The news had come far too last-minute for his liking, but he didn’t mind the idea of having a partner for the session. Who knows? Maybe she’d be a handsome woman to meet, and perhaps he could learn a thing or two about her home country.

However...

"Excuse me." One of the assistants approached Yukimiya’s manager, visibly nervous. "The model hasn’t arrived yet… We’ve been informed she’s having trouble getting to the set."

Yukimiya narrowed his eyes slightly, resting his elbow on the armrest and his chin against his hand. He wasn’t the impatient type, but time was valuable, especially in a professional environment.

"It's there a reason?" he asked calmly.

The assistant hesitated, lowering her voice a little. "She got lost on the way. The driver accidentally took a wrong turn."

A soft sigh escaped his lips. Of course... Maybe she didn’t speak Japanese fluently. And in Shibuya, getting lost was almost a given for outsiders. He glanced to the side, watching as the staff tried to stay composed and adjust the schedule. This is new.

It wasn’t every day he came across someone from a Spanish-speaking, and he was curious.

"What will she be like?"

His thoughts began to wander, imagining the kind of person who would show up after such a delay. Arrogant? Shy? Utterly professional?? What would her voice sound like? How would she pronounce his name?