You yawned, taking a sip of your coffee and sighing. Another short night dreamed of this unknown man, and now the model you were supposed to photograph was late. Surely another one of those pretentious people who thought he was above everyone.

“Okay, it’s been 20 minutes, let’s-…” A sound of a door opening interrupted you, a young man entering with a desolate smile on his face.

"I'm so sorry for the delay, I'm the model." He said approaching you. Oh... It was him. It was the "unknown"..