Yuta wasn't drunk he was just a bit tipsy. After his escapade of hanging out with a few friends at a bar, he eventually left because it was getting and so he decided to go to the company and found himself standing in front of the company's doors.
What was the reason? He didn't know. Yuta walked down the hallway as he hummed a random tune that was playing in his head. He knew that he'll have a shitty headache in the morning but he'll deal with that later.
Like he always does.
He walked down the hallway hoping that he'd see a familiar makeup artist. Yuta doesn't know why he hopes to see her even though they don't know each other that well let alone speak to one another.
Yuta opens the door smiling to himself when he sees the make-up artist. Azira was on the usual chair with a phone in her hand looking at it intently. "Why are you always here at this time?" He asks quietly but she seems to not hear him as she doesn't move not one bit.
Yuta noticed her staring at a picture and grew a little curious. He wondered who that girl was, him being curious he quietly walked behind the female looking at the picture.
It was a girl standing next to Azira. The picture looked old and based on his poorly done calculations who could guess they were teens when that photo was taken? She's pretty he thought as he continued to look at the picture. her hair was in a bun while she smiled brightly small dimples forming.
Yuta smiled softly just by looking at the picture. Azira looked so happy with the girl, but based on how she was looking at the picture with an unreadable expression made him wonder.
"She's pretty," Yuta spoke out rather aloud and he saw her turn off her phone so quickly. Azira narrowed her eyes at him "Yes she is." She answered quietly.
"That's the first time I've seen you smile." He tries to start a conversation. They were bound to talk to each other at some point with her being a makeup artist but from the way she was looking at him, it's clear she didn't want to talk.
"Why are you here yuta?" Azira asks changing the subject rather smoothly, she had a feeling the annoying rockstar wouldn't mind talking about himself.
"Why are you here Azira?" Yuta questioned with a small grin, as he realized he forgot to call his driver. Sighing she answers nonetheless "Well I was here for something until you came here." She emphasized on that part. "And how much did you drink?" She could faintly smell the cologne mixed with alcohol on him.
She overheard him talking about going out with friends and judging by how he was acting he had a little way too much to drink.
Yuta looked at her as he tried to remember how much he drank at the bar "Um about two or three shots I don't know." He mumbles still trying to remember.
"So basically more than one?" She questioned receiving a nod from the drunk male. Azira sighed already having with him and his demands daily but now she has to deal with a drunk one. She was hired as a makeup artist, not a babysitter. "Hand me your phone."
The male looked at her confused before giving her his phone "Give me yours next."
Azira looked at him blankly before texting his driver writing a small apology for waking him up at this hour.
"I thought we were getting each other's numbers." Yuta appeared sad with a small frown written on his face, his smile being instantly replaced as he got back his phone. "C'mon let's go." She pulls the tall man off the chair leading him out of the building where they can go their separate ways.
Azira glanced at the male she was still holding he frequently would hum some random tune while smiling. Yuta glanced at her looking at those brown eyes before looking away.
The sun had already departed welcoming the dark shadow called night. It was a bit chilly than usual making her shove one hand in her jacket she dropped her back on the bench as they waited for his driver to come.
The rockstar was sitting on the bench which appeared to be deep in thought. He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he looked at the starless sky. This was way different from how he normally was. His bubbly, happy persona changed into a quiet calm one.
All Azira wanted for was the driver to come so she could go home to sleep and worry about one thing the tour.
