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Magnus Bane made his way down the streets of New York and towards a small coffee shop he had seen last week. He had never been there, but it looked like a nice place.

Lately he had been incredibly busy with his work and getting stressed over the le tiniest of things. He had to work on the newest issue of his magazine and unfortunately he hadn't had time to work on its contents. So as soon as he found the small and rather lonely coffee shop he thought it was the perfect place to find inspiration and keep going with his work.

A small bell rang as he opened the door of the coffee shop. He was greeted with the pleasant smell of different types of coffees.

There were only a couple of people inside and some of them turned to look at him. Some of them stared, looking him up and down. Some with disgusted looks, others with amusement, and others with envy. Magnus smirked, loving the attention and walked further inside to one of the tables. He took one at the further corned, on the other side of the window and near a small area where three bookshelves covered the walls. He sat down and took out his laptop, getting ready to start working.

"Excuse me, sir" A girl asked "Would you like to order something?"

Magnus looked up to look at this girl. She was rather small in height with pale skin and shiny green eyes. Her hair was radiant read and it was help in a tight bon on top of her head, a few strands falling framing her heart-shaped face.

She was wearing skinny denim jeans and a white blouse. A black apron covered her front. She had a small notepad in her hands and a pen, ready to write his order.

"I'll have medium chi-tea and a blueberry muffin, thank you" Magnus said casually

"I'll bring it to you in a moment" the girl smiled sweetly and walked off.

Magnus turned his attention back to his laptop. He looked through the photos and articles he had been sent and checked them. Many people worked for him. Many people wrote for his magazine. But he was the person who had the last word. He decided which content made it to the next issue of his rather famous magazine.

Magnus Bane was one of the most prestigious and famous people in the fashion world. Not only was he one of the best and youngest fashion designers, but he owned the magazine millions of people around the world read.

Prestigious was the most wanted fashion magazine, followed by Elle magazine. His magazine showed the latest trends on fashion. It wasn't a normal fashion magazine, though. His magazine had the best photo-shoots with the best models in the world. There weren't many articles in his magazines. At least three or four, explaining each photo-shoot or the history behind the photos it showed.

Unfortunately, his best photographer had just decided to quit his job and no longer worked for him. Even though he still had many good photographers, no one could compare to Sebastian Verlac.

To say Magnus was frustrated would be an easy way of putting it. Magnus was beyond frustrated. The most famous content in his magazine were those photos Sebastian took and with him no longer working for him Magnus feared he was going to lose a lot of audience.

The red-headed girl brought him his tea and muffin. He thanked her and started scrolling down the photos and choosing the perfect one for each photo-shoot that was going to be in his magazine.

He was distracted from his work with the sound of a camera going off. He looked up briefly from his laptop, checking out for paparazzi. When he found none he continued to work. He heard the click again, this time a small flash going off as well. Then another, and another, and yet another one.

Magnus looked up once again, getting annoyed that even in this lonely coffee shop paparazzi couldn't leave him alone. He looked around the shop and found no paparazzi, though. What he saw surprised him to a lever beyond imagination. A beautiful boy was standing not so far from him, in the area surrounded by books. He was tall, but he couldn't be much taller than Magnus, maybe he was smaller. He had messy ink-black hair styled to one side and fell over his right eye. His eyes were of a radiant cerulean-blue color. The boy was so stunning Magnus couldn't help but stare. He was wearing just black clothes that were so off-season, but surprisingly Magnus didn't seem to mind. He had a professional camera hanging from his neck and he was checking something on the screen.

"A photographer" Magnus thought with interest, but soon shook his head and went back to work on his laptop. "I don't even know if he's any good….He certainly is good looking, would make a great model"

He heard another click and he felt the flash from the camera going off right on his face. He turned to look at the boy once again and found him turned his way, camera in hand, and blushing furiously as he saw Magnus looking at him.

"Did you just took a photo of me?" Magnus asked raising an eyebrow.

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