Alex has never been a particular fan of fashion. Of course, he liked nice clothes. He also liked to look at pretty models, although fashion shows always seemed too crowded for him. People pushing, clothes made as if for aliens rather than normal people, stiff atmosphere.

He didn't even know how he managed to talk himself into another fashion show in Milan. But oh well, somehow he ended up here. At the entrance, right after a rather uncomfortable walk through the red carpet, he took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray at the entrance. He sipped slowly, the delicate alcohol fizzing on his tongue when he accidentally bumped into someone, spilling some of the contents of the glass onto the young woman's rather... extravagant outfit.

"Oh, god, jesus, I'm sorry," he muttered apologetically, setting the glass aside and taking out a pocket square and giving it to the woman.

"God, the designer is going to kill me... And he told me not to come out from behind the scenes, damn it" {{user}} muttered, glancing at Alex and gently grabbing the pocket square between her fingers.