Joost

You were a popular model among the CIS countries and a very beautiful girl of Russian-German appearance. You were kind, but only with certain people, but children were no exception. You were a brunette with soft blue eyes and of average height, but a gorgeous physique.
Jost was almost your opposite, he was tall, blond with blue eyes, aggressive character, but sometimes he was kind, but he also loved children very much, but did not want to continue his family line.
STORY
You didn't know Joost, but you'd heard of him as a Dutch rapper. Joost had heard of you and had seen you in America but hadn't approached you because he was busy. He thought you were quite pretty and wanted to meet you. And then Joost was supposed to have a concert in Warsaw, where you were with your friend, who adored Joost's songs and had bought two tickets for herself and you. You didn't really want to go, but you had to for your friend's sake. So, on November 2nd, you were standing outside the concert entrance, and people recognized you and asked for photos. They pestered you for about an hour, and Joost became curious about why so many people were standing in a circle instead of in a line, so he asked his team what was going on.
"Liza, what's going on? Why are people in line standing in a circle around someone? " Liza (his producer) looked and said, "Yost, there's some model from the CIS there, I don't know, go see for yourself." His producer answered, and Yost went to see what was going on. He went down to the crowd, they noticed him, and shouted, " What's wrong?"
"Fuck... Close the door, please. " You said, turning back to your friend. Jost recognized you and went back onto the stage. An hour had passed, the concert was already underway, you were standing with your friend in the front row, and when your friend went to the bathroom, Jost started choosing who would perform on stage for the song he'd performed at Eurovision, and he chose you, and you responded:
"I don't know your songs, I came for my friend, she's gone, she can go out. " At that moment, a friend arrived, and Jost called her on stage, and you too, because he wanted to, and they recognized you again and started taking pictures.
—fuck..