A Reason for Being

2. Café Americano, Porfavor

One would think that a professional fashion designer's home would be neatly organized and perfectly decorated...

Eventually, maybe. But for now, all that's decorated is brown boxes everywhere.

The moving company moved all the necessary items, a bed, a couch, and a TV. But unpacking everything else? Makes her want to loudly sigh at all the open space.

Yachi's first role as her assistant was to choose a place for Y/N to live, "Don't mess this up, Yachi. My happiness is riding on you finding me a perfect place to live."

She was only joking then, but like with everything, Yachi took it to heart. Truthfully, Y/N wasn't picky. A bed and a large closet are all she needs.

However, waking to see the purple clouds and the orange sun on top of the glistening skyscrapers is one hell of a view.

The open floor plan with the large floor-to-ceiling windows, master, guest, and office space? Plus, a freckled concierge person who always eagerly brings you anything she asks for? There's no reason to leave home anymore.

Great choice, Yachi.

From Yachi:

Good Morning Miss Y/N 🌞
How's unpacking going?

You don't have to check up on me every day.

I know, but I will anyway!
I don't want you to feel lonely 😍

Emojis, which Y/N's find repulsive, not to mention the overly ecstatic messages at the ass crack of dawn, usually irritate her.

But she will let it slide. Secretly, it makes her smile.

Yachi insists on using some formality. While "Miss Y/N" sounds odd, she also chose to ignore it.

Yachi:

So, unpacking? Have you even started 🧐

No.

Do you want my help? 😇

No.

Will you be upset at me if go and help anyway?

No.

Y/N wondered if Yachi has grown used to her dry sense of humor—a dry way of speaking in general, or if she just chooses to ignore it and do whatever she wants.

Maybe it's because she has seen firsthand that if Y/N didn't want something, she had no issues speaking up and telling the person exactly how she felt.

So a simple eye roll as Y/N opens the door for Yachi is like a warm welcome in her eyes. "I brought yummy food!" She giggles. She seemed more excited than usual like unpacking was her idea of a good time.

Like all things, Y/N left Yachi in charge as she sat idly by with her chips and salsa.

Yachi isn't very outspoken, but as Y/N watched her organize the entire apartment to her heart's content, Yachi turns to different person. Her eyebrows furrow together, laser-focused on her task.

"Don't forget, the closest has to be organized by color." Y/N joked.

She loved clothes, that's not even a question. Y/N's wardrobe took up most of the brown boxes by the front door. Just as long as she can find something fabulous to wear, organization wise didn't really matter.

However, Yachi's large brown eyes dart in her direction, blinking slowly, with a tiny twinkle in her eyes, "Claro que si, Y/N." She huffs, like organizing by color was already a given. "Not only by color but by season and aesthetic, obviously!"