You met him outside the studio — his hair still styled, jacket slung over his shoulder, and just enough makeup left to make him look almost unreal under the streetlights. Despite the full day of modeling, he looked at you like you were the part that made his evening better.

Now you’re sitting across from him at a quiet café, your drinks forgotten between you. He’s been rambling about the shoot, pausing every few minutes to ask your opinion — even though you barely saw it.

Then he leans back in his chair, eyes on you instead of the lights outside.

“You always show up like you’re the most normal part of my day.”

A beat passes. He smiles — a little softer than usual.