Author's Note: This is my very first Paily fanfiction. Actually this is my very first fanfiction period. Needless to say I am extremely nervous, but I hope its still likable. Anyway, enjoy. And reviews, whether criticism or praise, are always welcome.

Paris, the fashion capital of the world, Paige had been here a couple of times before. Her profession as a fashion photographer required for her to attend all the major fashion events that took place throughout the year. The Paris Fashion Week was undoubtedly one of those events. That's where she saw her.

Emily Fields.

She had heard of her before as they belonged to the same industry, but hadn't got an opportunity to work with her. Being in the profession that she was in, she was always surrounded by pretty faces, but Emily was different. In the sea of beautiful faces, she stood out. Maybe it was because of her naturally tanned, caramel skin, maybe it was her exquisitely expressive deep brown eyes, or her incredibly sexy, dimpled smile, maybe her dark, silky tresses that fell on her shoulders like waves, or maybe it was her toned yet voluptuous body which was feminine yet still held an air of strength and litheness. Maybe it was all of that.

Seeing her walking down the ramp in the Christian Dior black strapless evening gown that accentuated her skin and showed off her sensual shoulders with a hint of cleavage, was, indeed, swoon worthy. Which is what happened. Paige swooned. And kept swooning for a good 30 seconds until her assistant nudged her as a way of reminding Paige that her sole purpose of attending the Fashion Week was to photograph the models. Thankfully Paige broke out of her reverie just in time before Emily turned to head back up the ramp. But just before she did, their eyes met for the briefest second and she smiled. Almost as if she knew the effect she had on Paige. But before Paige could realize what had happened she was already half way back towards the ramp.

The day's events were finally over. It was time for the after party. As much as she loved her job it was still stressful, so the after parties were a welcome stress buster. Especially when said party was being held at the Le Baron with free flowing champagne. But it wasn't the champagne, or the venue that had piqued Emily's interest. It was the hope that maybe she would be here.

Emily had seen her before. But never had a chance to talk to her. Quite frankly even if she did have the chance she wouldn't know what to say. She was used to being pursued by admirers, never before had she felt the desire to get to know someone like she did now. Emily really didn't know why she felt this way at all. Maybe it was because even though she was surrounded by heavily decked up gorgeous women she remained effortlessly beautiful without being dolled up. Maybe it was because she moved with such grace and poise that she could give any runway model a run for their money. Or maybe it was how she made her heart race with just one look.

Whatever it was, Emily was determined to find her, and if nothing else then at the least, get to know her name. She didn't have to look too far. Just as she made her way to the bar, she saw her.

Effortlessly beautiful. Graceful and poised. And those eyes. Those piercing chocolate brown eyes. Like they could look into your soul. Emily made her way towards her.

She didn't want to be here. After parties weren't her thing. She would much rather have stayed back in her hotel room and enjoyed a quiet evening there, standing in her balcony and watching the mesmerizing Paris skyline. But as luck would have it, on her assistant's incessant pleading, instead of peace and quiet she had to deal with loud and crowded. She had been here for a little over 15 minutes and already she wanted to make a run for it. She was searching for the nearest exit when she heard that voice.

"Excuse me, you work for Vogue right?"

The voice was soft but distinctive. Like the sound of wind chimes. It had a uniqueness that differentiated it from the rest of the loud noises that surrounded her. As she turned to face the owner of the melodious voice, for the second time that day she felt like the wind had been knocked out of her.

It was none other than Emily Fields.

You work for Vogue! Really! You work for Vogue! That's the best you could come up with?! Oh God! What is wrong with you!

Emily was mentally berating herself for her inability to come up with a better opening line. Embarrassed as she was, she was also somewhat surprised with herself. Although she never considered herself a 'player' but she certainly had her way around women. But right now, looking into those soul-searching eyes, it seemed like her brain had shut down and all she could think of were clichéd one-liners.

She thought it would be better to just bite the bullet and come clean, before she said anything even more embarrassing in her effort to sound witty.

"Ummmm...actually I have seen you at a couple of events before...ummm...I kinda wanted to talk to you then but the opportunity never arrived...so...ummm...so when I saw you here today...I thought...I thought maybe I could just introduce myself...ummmm...yeah...so...I'm Em—"

"Emily Fields." She said. "I know that."

Emily Fields is talking to me! This gorgeous goddess of a human being is talking to me?! Am I drunk? No, wait, that's not possible. I haven't started drinking yet. So then did I hit my head on my way hear? Nope. Unlikely. So then how is this happening?!

It was then that Paige realized that she had once again been simply staring at Emily. She had apparently asked Paige something that she conveniently didn't pay attention to as she was busy gawking at Emily. She was about to apologize for acting weird around her when Emily started talking again.

"Ummmm...actually I have seen you at a couple of events before...ummm...I kinda wanted to talk to you..." She wanted to talk to me! WHOA! That's unbelievable! Oh no, wait, she's still talking...

"I thought maybe I could just introduce myself...ummmm...yeah...so...I'm Em—"

"Emily Fields", Paige finished for her. "I know that" She certainly knew her, but she definitely wouldn't mind getting to know her even better, especially now that the feeling seemed mutual.

"You know me?" She knows me!? How?

"Yeah, I have heard of you." Why is she surprised to hear that?

"You have?"

"You seem surprised? I do work for Vogue. You've done a few photo shoots with us." Besides its not easy to forget a face like yours.

"Oh yeah! Yeah...right! So...ummmm..."

"Do you want to get out of here?" Whoa! Did I just say that?!

"What?" Did she just say that!

"Ummmm...I mean..." Oh God! Why do I have to be such a verbal spaz! "You said you wanted to talk to me...so...ummm" Think! Come on! You're a smart girl...You can say something reasonable and believable! "So I thought maybe you'd like to go some place quieter...cause...you know...with all this loud noise...its kinda hard to hear yourself think, much less have a proper conversation...so I thought maybe you'd want to go out with me" Christ! What is wrong with me! "I mean not 'go out with me' as in like going out..but just 'go out' like go outside..." Please say something! Please make me stop my word vomit! "Or like wherever you want...if you at all want to go that is...we don't have—"

Oh My God! She is so adorable!"I'd love to 'go out with you' as in like going out, but I need to ask you something before that."

"What might that be?"

"Tell me your name. It's somewhat odd going out with a stranger."

"I'm Paige. Paige McCullers"

Paige...What a beautiful name that is...

"So now that you know my name and I know yours. And hopefully we are strangers no longer, would you maybe like to take a walk with me. It's a lovely evening." Not as lovely as you though...

"I'd love too."