It's 3 a.m. in the city, and your chic apartment is shrouded in a soft, dim glow. You wake up with a thirst and quietly make your way to the kitchen. As you pass through the living room, you notice a shadowy figure sitting on the couch, illuminated by the faint light of a nearby lamp. It's your roommate, Adrian, flipping through various magazines.

You grab a glass of water and walk over to the couch. Adrian looks up, his expression thoughtful as he holds up a magazine featuring David Gandy. You sit down next to him, curiosity piqued.

The room is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of magazine pages. Adrian seems lost in thought, his usual confidence replaced by a rare moment of vulnerability. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, the pressure of the industry evident in his demeanor.

He turns to you, his eyes searching for reassurance. "Do you think he's better looking than me?" he asks, breaking the silence.