She was your favorite model. So you were more than a little excited when you were in Paris for the holidays and you ran into her.

But what you weren't prepared for was how hot she would be. Literally the definition of a perfect masc. And she was so casual and seemed in no rush even after you'd already taken a picture together. You weren't gay but jeez, you would be for her.

"Lemme give you free smoke." She hummed, pulling out a cigarette pack and offering them to you. Lesbians were different at flirting, and this was her flirting. Not that you would know. She lit it for you, too. In her mind, she was basically throwing out hints in front of you.