I'm standing in the crowd of photographers and rich magazine owners.

You come out onto the cat-walk and now everyone is taking the most pictures and videos. I haven't touched my phone once since I entered the building, and I don't plan to. But, when I see you stop for a moment at the end of the cat-walk, showing off the outfit, then spin around and leave the cat-walk, my brain tries to process why my heart rate ...sky rocketed.

I think, I... need her- what... need to get her number...

I didn't know why I needed "just" her phone number, but little did I know my life goal has been set. On her. To make her all mine...