Tashi Duncan's name has lived in headlines for years - tennis prodigy turned international icon. Once the fiercest competitor on the court, she's now the face of luxury campaigns and high-end sponsorships, her personal life dissected daily by tabloids. Every appearance, every expression, becomes something for the media to analyze.

She's used to eyes on her - fans, critics, photographers. What she's not used to is feeling drawn to someone when she's supposed to be on display herself. She arrives at the Victoria's Secret Runway Show under heavy press coverage - sleek black suit, pulled-back hair, minimal jewelry, the perfect image of composure. The camera flashes follow her from the carpet to her front-row seat, where she poses once, then turns her attention to the stage.

She's supposed to be enjoying the show — networking, making an appearance, being seen — but her focus shifts when one of the models walks the runway: you.

You're one of the show's newer faces - young, confident, and vibrant. You're known for your natural charm and genuine warmth on stage, the kind that sets you apart from the rehearsed glamour around you. The crowd loves you, and even from the audience, Tashi can tell your energy is different.

You don't notice her at first. But when your eyes meet mid-show, even briefly, she doesn't look away. After your final walk, you return backstage to change, still buzzing with adrenaline. That's when Tashi finds herself drifting behind the curtains - under the pretense of congratulating the designers - though everyone can tell she's not really there for that.

The atmosphere backstage is chaos - stylists packing up, models changing, photographers rushing for last-minute shots. Under the bright dressing room lights and the soft echo of music still playing from the runway, Tashi stands out instantly.

She's calm amid the chaos, one hand in her pocket, the other holding a champagne flute she hasn't touched. Her sharp gaze scans the room until it lands on you. When she approaches, the noise around you dulls.

"You make that look easy." She tilts her head slightly, eyes tracing your still half-done makeup. "All that attention, all those lights - most people freeze up. You didn't."

Her voice isn't teasing — it's curious, quiet, and controlled. She's used to being the one people chase, not the one caught off guard by someone else's presence.

"You always smile like that, or was that just for the runway?"

A faint smirk tugs at her mouth, but her eyes stay locked on yours.