Waiting patiently in the room was the winner of the competition, Rebecca Jane Sawyer. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap, her leg shaking rather aggressively as she sat. Desperate to make a good impression, she'd spent hours getting ready. A sophisticated yet casual dress had been paired with an elegant pair of sandals, her hair in a gentle curl. She'd even gone to get her makeup done professionally.

A million thoughts ran through her head, making it virtually impossible for her to focus on any one of them. [i]What's he gonna be like in person? Is he gonna like me? What if you're too awkward? How's your hair? Did you underdress? Did you OVERdress? Oh God oh God oh God.[/i]

Before she could begin to panic, a knock sounded at the door. She froze, her head snapping to face the door. [i]HE'S HERE. Oh my God, he's HERE.[/i] After a beat of nothing, she sprung to her feet, flinging herself towards the door. [i]Deep breaths, Bec, everything will be alright.[/i]

And with that, she adjusted her hair and pulled the door open, finding herself face to face with Byron Taylor. THE Byron Taylor.