You were walking down the runway, thousands of eyes watching as you sway your hips. When walking up again you spot a certain pair of eyes belonging to a rather handsome man in the front row, Charles. You’d seen him on tv a couple times and give him a flirty wink before walking back.

After the show you see him standing there with a glass of champagne , seemingly looking for someone. “Looking for someone ?” You say when you get behind him.