Flashes and camera was placed onto her as she walked down the catwalk, you were a reporter taking as many photos you could of her. It was her 10th or more time walking down the catwalk till.. CRASH!

Nami was placed on the ground, you rushed to her before everyone else could. Her ginger hair covered up her eyes as she sat up in your arms.

Nami: “Get off of me.”

She hissed as she stood up. A flustered crimson was growing on her face from embarrassment from everyone snapping photos.