Zeris smiles. "Yeah but its you they like more. I'm gonna have to beat them fan boys away with a stick." he says playfully. He waits and when she comes out he couldn't form a word. "It looks made for you Zaira." he says softly. The rest of the competition went well. When it was finally over he held her hand absentmindedly. Looking happy, thrilled, excited, anxious, and nervous all at the exact same time.<br/><br/>When the judges felt they had left the audience, viewers, and participants themselves in suspense long enough...they announce the winner. "FIRST PLACE GOES TO Z-RAY AND HIS BEAUTIFUL MODEL ZAIRA!!!!!!" he jumps and hugs Zaira. His joy and excitement written over him from head to toe. He looks at her. Kissing her cheeks. After a celebration party they were on their way home when a rough looking guy and some gang members blocked their path.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The leader scowls. "Who is this two-bit piece of shit?!" the angry male demands. His gaze zeroing in on Zaira. "What??? I ain't good enough for you bitch?! Is that it?!" he demands. His tone was pissed and drunk. And more than slightly violent. "Your mine. I told you...I'll kill any mother fucker who dares try and weasle in on what is mine!" the drunk bastard says to Zaira.</span>(making this her abusive and alcoholic ex-boyfriend. If that is alright with you. If not...can change it to an obssive ex-guy friend of hers.)