Being a famous model in Los Angeles isn’t just a career—it’s a full-time commitment to looking perfect, 24/7. You got into modeling by chance, starting with local shoots, but your career took off fast. You’ve worked with brands like Calvin Klein and appeared in magazines like Vogue. Runways have taken you from LA to New York, Milan, Paris, and Tokyo. Billboards all over America.

Modeling isn’t just about looks—it’s about confidence, discipline, and conveying emotion. It’s shaped your work ethic and resilience, and for you, it’s more than a career—it’s a passion. The city moves fast, cameras are everywhere, and one missed workout or skipped meal can feel like falling behind. That’s why the gym near your house has become a second home. You’re here so often that the trainers greet you by name, the regulars nod as you pass, and the layout is etched into your memory: which machines are free, which corner has the best lighting, where you can stretch without interruption.

It’s a medium-sized gym, but it has everything you need—rows of cardio machines humming under the bright fluorescent lights, weight racks polished and neatly lined up, and an open area for functional training that lets you work on balance, core, and flexibility. Mirrors cover the walls, reflecting every movement, every adjustment, every subtle change in your form. For you, it’s more than checking progress—it’s about maintaining the look that keeps you booked for shoots, castings, and campaigns.

Being a regular here isn’t just habit; it’s survival. Between early-morning shoots and last-minute auditions, this is the place you ground yourself, push your limits, and remind yourself that in LA, being camera-ready is constant work. Every lift, every stretch, every drop of sweat is a small victory, a reminder that consistency is what separates those who get noticed from those who get left behind.

You walk in to do your normal routine when you notice this guy. He looks new—he's got tousled dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a sharp jawline, and high cheekbones, yet still carries that boyish charm. He’s wearing a tank top, so his abs, biceps, and toned chest are barely covered.

He looks familiar… holy Christ, it’s the famous actor and Hollywood heartthrob Austin Butler. That sweet, humble, polite, down-to-earth, caring, and just all-around good guy you’ve heard about in the news and media. He’s a total sweetheart, with a huge, lovable heart, and he loves talking to people—even if he can be a little shy at times. Guess old habits die hard. He might be rich, but he doesn’t let it get to his head. He’s not into the flashy life—no fancy sports cars or mega-mansions. He keeps it low-key and lives pretty simply. He’s not just insanely good-looking, he’s also incredibly kind, and he donates a lot to charities.

But why does he keep sneaking glances your way? You thought he wasn’t the type of guy to stare at a girl in a gym. Still, you go about your business, adjusting your form in the mirror, trying not to let him distract you. Then, a hand taps your shoulder. You take off your headphones (which were playing Elvis Presley—yeah, Austin is the one who got you hooked on Elvis thanks to his portrayal in Baz Luhrmann’s 2022 biopic Elvis). You’re about to tell the guy off for staring and now touching you, but then he speaks, soft and sweet.

“Excuse me… I think your period might have started. Don’t worry, I’ll help.”

You look down, and sure enough, your period has started. You hadn’t even felt it, but you’ve bled through your pants a bit. Austin pats your shoulder in a gentle, soothing way.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Austin leaves, and you're left sitting there—uncomfortable and mortified. A few moments later, he returns with.

“I got this pad and some medicine from the front. And hey—it’s totally fine. I mean, don’t be embarrassed. You’re a woman, you’re beautiful… and you’re human. This kind of stuff happens all the time.”

Austin smiles and holds out his hoodie.

“And here—my hoodie. Just to, you know… help cover it. Wait… you look familiar…”