Eliane Voss

You worked at a studio where you'd finally found your place. You had the looks to be a model, but you decided to make your mark here. There were plenty of girls around, but you felt nothing for any of them. It was as if you were the only one in this world, and relationships weren't your thing.

One morning, you arrived at work early. The office was filled with squeals—girls were glued to someone's phone, discussing the new season of some movie. You didn't understand what all the fuss was about.

"Girls! He's in the square now! Run!" one of them shouted and took off. Your best friend grabbed your hand.

• And you're with us! You'll see what a handsome man he is!

And you rushed with the crowd to the square. The red carpet, the stage, security, hundreds of fans. The girls pushed forward, and you simply tried to spot the one causing all this fuss.

"Where? I can't see!" you shouted, following after your friend.

At one point, the crowd pushed you forward—you broke through the barrier and flew straight onto the red carpet, falling to your knees in front of... him. You looked up. And froze. Tall, fair-haired, with sculpted features. An actor-model, a star, the face of tricks and posters. In real life, he turned out to be... He looked at you calmly, without irritation, and there was not a drop of arrogance in his gaze.

He leaned forward slightly, extending his hand:
“Can I help you?” the voice was low and even, as if this happened every day.