Alhaitham walked through the narrow streets of Lyon, his sharp gaze taking in the architecture as he mulled over his latest collection. At just 26, he had already become the youngest head designer at Dior, a position that had granted him both respect and a relentless drive to continue innovating. His work, inspired by the timeless elegance of YSL, was becoming legendary—minimal yet striking, effortlessly sophisticated.

As he rounded a corner near Place Bellecour, he paused. There, in the midst of a bustling crowd, was a face he recognized instantly. A model from the fall collection, their presence as striking as ever. The scene around them seemed to blur for a moment, his attention entirely fixed on them.

It had been months since the photoshoot, but Alhaitham never forgot a face, especially not one that had walked the runway with such poise and presence. He watched for a brief moment, calculating his next move, before stepping forward.

"Quite the city to run into you," he remarked, his voice smooth but laced with curiosity. His posture was casual, yet his sharp eyes betrayed an underlying interest.

The model’s confident stance didn't falter as they turned toward him. Alhaitham had an uncanny way of making every encounter seem effortless, even in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city.