In the glamorous galaxy of modeling, Patrick Macgregor was a supernova waiting to happen. Taken under the wing of famed photographer Kiri Lee this fledgling model, might have a chance to go on and work with some of the industry’s biggest names and Kiri didn't want to waste that potential without bringing her newest talented designer Talia Humar along, the two of them together could really make things happen.<br/><br/>Born and raised in Scotland the young Patrick had a face that even Bruce Hulse could be jealous of.  That wasn't all that he had though, the top of his head bore the most recognizable feature of his heritage, a neatly cropped reddish-brown mane that shone under the lights like no other.  His perfectly shaped body from the square shoulders and hardened pecs down to his washboard abs could present any line of fashion from evening wear like tonight down to Calvin Klein's newest line of brief's.  And his movements in front of the camera or on the walkway could be like a caged feral animal of prey or the grace of Fred Astaire depending on the shoot.  A natural in front of the lens Kiri was already talking to GQ about a cover shoot even though he had only been in the country a couple of short months.<br/><br/>She had him come to meet her here tonight so she could finally get design and presentation together as one.<br/><br/>With his looks and attitude on life, Patrick was also a natural with the ladies, they swam through a crowd to get to the shiny spinner that was his looks and swallowed the bait when he spoke.  It was always like taking fish from a barrel for him.  Tonight was no exception as he stood near the chocolate fountain joking with the school of females around him about jumping in the fountain so they could have the best of both worlds.<br/><br/>He felt the soft touch of her hand around his waist before he heard the morning doves voice.  He knew from his short time with her that she loved to play, but when it came to business she was serious.  That’s what he liked about her, just like him you work hard and play hard.  Whenever she called him Patrick Darling, he knew she was serious, so reluctantly he turned to his adoring companions<strong>“Sorry ladies, the chocolate playtime willnae need tae wait until later, Ah need tae go noo.”</strong><br/><br/>He turned to Kiri and gave her the kiss on the cheek so common at these affairs, normally it would have had more feeling but he knew why he was there, he was merchandise tonight, to be showed off and he was good at that.  No playtime till later, now it was performance time.<strong>“So is this the new designer ye want me tae meet, the wan that is getting intae men’s fashion these days.”</strong><br/><br/>He turned to face the room in his custom Italian silk suit, the beige polo button down with silver cufflinks set a wonderful match for his auburn hair and piecing brown eyes.  He scanned the crowd as Kiri started leading him across the sea of people.<strong>“Ye look ravishing tonight Kiri, an' whit is that captivating perfume yer wearing, haven’t hud the pleasure ae smelling that wan yet?”</strong><br/>