Olivia was easygoing, but she had one demand. Her photo had to be displayed prominently in the living room.

Maybe because I hadn't completely moved on from Megan, I couldn't shake the feeling that Olivia's photo bore a resemblance to her.

However, she was just a young girl, and her demand didn't cross any boundaries, so I went along with it.

My routine became monotonous. I either studied and socialized or headed straight home to sleep.

Just as I was about to have dinner one day, a call interrupted me.

"Hello, is this Humphrey Bogart?"

The voice on the other end sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

"Hello? Is this Humphrey? I found your portfolio and wanted to know how to return it to you."

It suddenly dawned on me that I had left my portfolio at the exhibition hall.

"I'll visit the exhibition hall tomorrow. Would that be convenient for you?"

The person agreed.

Little did I expect that the person who found my portfolio was Lena Johansson!

Lena was an internationally renowned model.

I was at a loss for words when I saw her.

"Please, have a seat."

She handed me a cup of coffee.

"Thank you."

"I... I'd like to treat you to a meal. Thank you for keeping my portfolio safe."

Lena looked at me and then burst into laughter.

I stood up in a panic, but she seemed even more delighted.

"Please, sit down. Don't be so formal. Honestly, I really like your designs, so I wanted to meet the person behind them."

I was pleasantly surprised. While I always had confidence in my work, being noticed by such a famous model made me feel like I could boast about this for a lifetime.

Our first meeting was filled with my awkwardness.

However, as she kept appearing around me, I regained my composure. It was hard to constantly flatter her when such an idol became a regular presence in my life.

Besides, Lena's personality was quite a contrast to the renowned model in my imagination.

I was not one for scheming. I caused a scene at the banquet before, so I felt like I had turned a new leaf.

However, Eric messaged me one day, saying the members of the Brody family were imprisoned for illegal deeds.

It hit me then that my attention towards Megan had been dwindling lately.

I looked up at Olivia, who was preparing my meal, and that familiar feeling she gave me lingered.

However, after knowing her identity, I just couldn't muster any feelings towards her.