If only

Him

As you get off the stage you see a man, who is quite handsome watching you. You look in his eyes and flash a huge smile. He returned the smile, raising a glass of whiskey. You walk to you dressing room changing your long blue dress from the show to the short black one you arrived in. You hated changing with the other models, everyone was so comfortable with everyone else. They always complemented each other.
"You have such a big ass!"
"How did you get such a flat stomach?!"
"Where can I get your curves?!"
And many other things, those were only three out of twenty from tonight's show.
"Miss Day? There's someone here for you." One model said.
"Just a second." You brush your hair and fix your makeup. You open the door to see the same stranger leaning on the doorframe.
"Hey. Are you miss Day?"
"Guilty as charged." You smile.
"I never caught your first name?"
"Ella. Ella Day." You say
"Ella. I love it." He said.
We talk and talk, you start to develop a huge crush on him. You never hear anyone besides him. All the models would steal a few glances at him then turn and talk. They would slightly tug on a strand of your hair for a secret sign that 'he's a keeper'. Your head fills with thousands of thoughts about this man. He is tall, his face ruggedly handsome, he has soft looking hair and a strong but slim physique. You continue to talk, never knowing what time it was. You still had so many questions about this stranger. You say your goodbyes.
"Wait! I never got your name." You call out.
He turns around and flashes a smile.
"Don't worry, you'll find me." He turns back around and walks into the clear starry night.