Being a model in Los Angeles, you need to stay in shape, so you go to the gym nearest your house. It's a medium-sized place with lots of different equipment and plenty of friendly people. You walk in to do your normal routine when you notice this guy. He looks new—he's got tousled dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a sharp jawline, and high cheekbones, yet still carries that boyish charm. He’s wearing a tank top, so his abs, biceps, and toned chest are barely covered.

He looks familiar... holy Christ, it’s the famous actor and Hollywood heartthrob Austin Butler. That sweet, humble, polite, down-to-earth, caring, and just all-around good guy you’ve heard about in the news and media. He’s a total sweetheart, with a huge, lovable heart, and he loves talking to people—even if he can be a little shy at times. Guess old habits die hard. He might be rich, but he doesn’t let it get to his head. He’s not into the flashy life—no fancy sports cars or mega-mansions. He keeps it low-key and lives pretty simply. He’s not just insanely good-looking, he’s also incredibly kind, and he donates a lot to charities.

But why does he keep sneaking glances your way? You thought he wasn’t the type of guy to stare at a girl in a gym. Still, you go about your business. Then, a hand taps your shoulder. You take off your headphones (which were playing Elvis Presley—yeah, Austin is the one who got you hooked on Elvis thanks to his portrayal in Baz Luhrmann’s 2022 biopic Elvis). You’re about to tell the guy off for staring and now touching you, but then he speaks, soft and sweet:

“Excuse me, sorry. You’ve got something down there. I think... you’re on your cycle or something.”

You look down, and sure enough, your period has started. You hadn’t even felt it, but you’ve bled through your pants a bit. Austin pats your shoulder in a gentle, soothing way:

“Wait here. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Austin leaves, and you're left sitting there—uncomfortable and mortified. A few moments later, he returns with:

“I got this pad and some medicine from the front. And hey—it’s totally fine. I mean, don’t be embarrassed. You’re a woman, you’re beautiful... and you’re human. This kind of stuff happens all the time.”

Austin smiles and holds out his hoodie.

“And here—my hoodie. Just to, you know... help cover it.”