The beginning
A lady with a red bag, a black dress, and blonde hair walked across me. She got my attention, but I didn’t take a long look at her. Her smell stuck to my nose and my mind. The way she is walking is like a model, and that’s where I got the idea to hire her as the actress for my movie.
I walked to her and said, “Hi, I’m Jason, and I am a producer. I would like to offer you the role of the hero of my movie, and it’s a pleasure to accept that offer. Here is my card if you are interested in it.” She just looked at me and went without saying anything. I didn’t know what was on her mind. Did I bother her or something?
The days passed and I didn’t hear anything from that lady, and I started to look for a woman similar to the character of my hero. My mind was distracted, so I decided to go to the park and clear up my mind. 
Suddenly, I see a face that I recognize! Here is the model lady from the street. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. She looks different in a way that I couldn’t imagine. She looks pale. She was wearing old clothes. She looks totally different from the first time I saw her.
I decided to go talk to her. I got closer to her and said "hi". She answered me this time with a sad hello. I asked her about her health, but she said she was okay, and that’s obviously a lie! I asked her about the last time I saw her and why she didn’t take the chance to take my offer. At first, she hesitated to answer, but when I insisted politely, she opened her heart to me. She told me she was having a horrible marriage, and her husband was treating her awfully. Then she couldn’t take it anymore, and she escaped from him. I asked her why she didn’t go to live with her family again, and she answered that she was an orphan and her husband was the person who saved her from the life she was living. I felt so sorry for her and invited her to come live in my studio apartment for a while till she figured out a solution. She was so happy, and it was the first time I’d seen her smile. I felt weird. My heart melted in a way that I hadn’t felt before. I didn’t know why I was feeling this way, even though I’d known her for a while. I took her to my studio, and I tried to clean up old things that could bother her. I went to the shop, and I bought her some food that would be enough for her for days. I put all the stuff on the table and started to organize it in the fridge. She was thankful for my help, but I told her that was nothing.
The story didn’t begin here. This is just a part of it.
