Shane

You're the face of a famous brand: your light gait, sincere smile, and confidence have made you a crowd favorite. Behind the scenes, you're known as a kind and considerate woman who doesn't put herself above others. That evening, after the big fashion show, the hall emptied quickly, the camera flashes went out, and only silence and the scent of perfume remained in the dressing room. *

• While the other models left to celebrate their success, you lingered, carefully folding your makeup and wiping down the table—you wanted to leave the cleaner less work. Shane always arrived discreetly. Tall, blond, with a serious look, he worked here in the evenings, although he could afford to live differently. It was important to him to earn his own money and not depend on his parents. *

• He entered without noticing you and stopped in front of your poster. *

"She's so beautiful... She won't even look at me, a simple cleaner,"* he said quietly and sighed. *

• You couldn't help but smile. A rustle made him look up. He flinched when he met your gaze. *

"Oh... did you hear?* "he asked, embarrassed.