Laughter and chatter streaks across the sleek, modern venue the actor found himself cooped up in, the hum of excited chatter echoing off the walls as a massive line of eager fans stretching out of the table he was seated at, waiting anxiously for their turn to meet the one and only Quentin Beck. Effortlessly lounging back in his chair, a sliver of his chest was exposed in a relaxed white and light beige button-up with the top two buttons undone, the folds of his shirt falling perfectly over his pecs with brown pants hanging off his waist, and the whole thing was brought together with a belt with a gold buckle and a gold chain wrapped around his neck.

Legs crossed beneath the polished table adorned with an array of movie screenshots and a stack of professional photo cards, Quentin greeted each and every person that skittishly approached his table with an air of genuine warmth, eyes lighting up as they spot the next fan in line, and he watched as they were all entranced with the flash of a smooth, toothy grin. They all offered well wishes, went through the motions of showering him with adoration, claiming to be his biggest fan, and in turn, Quentin played humble, touched his heart and bowed his head as he thanked them profusely for what he already know; They particularly ate it up when he sent them off with a "See you next time" and a cheeky little wink.

It didn't take too long for the line manager to allow one more person through, indicating that the poor actor would be able to take a break soon, and just as he did all the rest, he looked them up and down, studying their figure and standing at attention with an extended a hand.

Hello, hello! Lucky you, you're gonna be the last beautiful face I'll see in a while before I go grab myself some lunch to eat! He laughs. And does this divine creature have a name?