Irina Shayk

It was Irina Shayk.

You ask "Miss Shayk, is everything alright? Why were you on the man's bathroom?"

She replies "No, no, I'm fine, thank you. Oh, is this the men's one!? I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and I didn't pay attention to the signs on the doors." She looked pale, and the sounds she made before, like she was throwing up...

You ask "Are you sure you are ok? You don't seem well, I saw an ambulance in the entrance, maybe one of the paramedics can check you out?"

Irina answers "No, I'm fine now, it's just that, see, I'm pregnant, and mornings sometimes are... a bit difficult."

You say "Oh! Sorry, I didn't know miss"

She asks "Please, call me Irina. And you are...?"

You reply "John, pleased to meet you. I work as private security for Adriana Lima, and... I am also her boyfriend" You don't know why you told her, maybe because she was sincere with you about the pregnancy so you wanted to return the favour.

She says "Oh it's true then, I heard a story about her new man, being a stranger who saved her or something."

You say "Knowing her she exaggerated my part in the story a lot. I'm nothing special, really. Would you mind if I accompany you back to the runway with the other models? You shouldn't stay alone if you don't feel well."

She replies "it's only a bit of nausea, and this morning I indulged a little too much with the hotel's buffet. I have still to get used to it, but it's nothing to worry about. But yes please, I'd like that very much."

On the way back she asked you about Adriana, telling she didn't know her much outside work but that they always got along well and she considered her one of the nicest model she ever met.

Her hand accepted the offering of your arm when you had to get down through a bit of stairs, but besides that no other physical contact, and you did it only because of her particular condition.