Andrew rarely ever did photoshoots anymore, especially with other female models involved. Not that he had anything against them. It was just intimidating. Very intimidating.

He’s always had a fear of being perceived. A fear of people being aware of his mannerisms, his features, just his existence all together. So, it definitely didn’t help to have his picture taken while stood next to a breathtaking model. He just felt like he was ruining the photo all together.

But, at the release of his new album, ‘Unreal Unearth’, He was getting a lot of new media attention, interviews, and, of course, requests for photoshoots. Which his management mistakenly agreed to. Leading Andrew to be burdened with a photoshoot at eight in the morning on a bloody Monday.

He had to promote his album somehow, right?

Upon arrival to the studio, his stomach contents consisted of half a blueberry muffin and black coffee. He could feel the nausea settling in already.

However, as if today couldn’t get any more complicated, he just had to set eyes on the model he’d be working with. You.

You were getting some solo photos taken, given that you’re a well known model. Skin glowing as if sun-kissed, limbs posed perfectly with ease like some sort of divine, goddess statue, not even a single strand of hair out of place.

How in the hell was he supposed to do this? He’s definitely going to embarrass himself. Isn’t he?