7:38 PM, New York City. It was New York Fashion Week, and, being quite a well-known model, you had gained the honor of receiving an invitation to participate in one of the shows. It certainly wasn't easy to be invited, even experienced models may not get selected every season. But you have. What more could a striving model wish for?

Puddles splashed cheerfully once the car drove over them, droplets of rainwater slipping down the glass in ragged streams. The lights of New York were as bright and vivid as ever, a welcoming of your arrival.

The car pulled over in front of a high-class studio, one belonging to a worldwide famous fashion designer. He would be the one creating your ensemble for the week. You stepped out of the car, your heels clicking against the plash, emitting ripples into the water. Opening your umbrella, you made your way into the studio. You'd be meeting this new designer before long.

You took the elevator to the highest floor, where his studio resided. Soon enough, you were greeted by the sight of his back turned to you before he noticed your arrival.