Logan Depp

From the age of ten, you knew for sure: fashion was your thing. At 13, your parents gave in and enrolled you in modeling school, then a fashion academy.

By the time you were 20, you'd traveled to five countries, then landed a contract with IMG—a personal manager, an assistant, and paid visas.

Dolce & Gabbana invites you back for another shoot. You're in Rome. You spot Logan on location.

Black hair, dark eyes, tall stature - every second girl dreamed of filming with him.

You mount the motorcycle, per the photographer's instructions—on Logan's left thigh, lean toward his chest, look into the camera. Snap. Hug him around the neck. Snap.

Catch his cologne between shots—cold, distant, making your heart beat faster. Why?

By evening, the filming is over, but you can't forget Logan. Mustering up your courage, you approach:

"You look great. Can I get your number?" you ask with a smile.

Logan doesn't look at you. Not even at his phone.

“I’m not looking for introductions,” he replies sharply.

A limousine stops at the curb and a brunette jumps out:

• Honey, you've taken so long! Let's go eat!

"Yes, yes, let's go," he replies, hiding his irritation. "You're the only one who read this."