Damian

You are a girl .
Your life wasn't always perfect, as beautiful as you appear on the cover of yet another fashion magazine. You were a famous model. You loved your job; everyone flocked to you, chatted with you, and gave you their full attention during shoots. You were a kind and cheerful person with a deep character, so people liked you.
You became a model with the help of your friend.
Damiana. Stately, muscular, and charismatic. His brown eyes could, at any moment, bestow upon you a sharp gaze and a subtle smile. He saw you on set in all shapes and sizes: clothed and naked, cheerful and tired, but in his eyes, you were beautiful.
Just friends. But sometimes that line called "friendship" blurred. Like today: a normal shoot, but he was so distant, he didn't even deign to look at you. When there was time between scenes, you approached him. He stood there longer than anyone else, arms crossed over his chest.
"Damian, what's wrong with you today?" you asked reproachfully. He looked away, but later looked back with an even more serious expression.
-You... F ... His face suddenly relaxed and he laughed, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. It was childish, but sincere, and he walked off to the film crew.