november yumary otp prompt challenge!

take out

Yumeko had been watching Mary Saotome for weeks now. She studied everything from the way she gets her morning coffee at 6:30 every morning from a local, family-owned diner to the way her assistant buys her groceries every third Sunday of the month.

Mary Saotome is a very busy yet meticulously organized woman.

Yumeko knew that the film director wears sweatpants to the shootings of her film whether it's 30 degrees outside or 80, and that she makes every attendance to an event public on her Instagram story.

Because of that, Yumeko didn't need to follow her in rental cars and varying wigs for 6 weeks, but anyone would die to spend hours a day watching the incredibly hot Mary Saotome.

Tonight was the premiere of her movie Gone With the Wind, a drama with the biggest names in the industry. Yumeko wasn't going to carry out her job anywhere near the theater but instead at the after-party in a venue only disclosed to invitees.

As incredibly stunning and annoyingly intelligent the 12 Oscar winner is, Yumeko's attraction to the 75,000 dollar bounty on her head is far stronger.

"Miss," a waiter holding a tray of entrees pulled her out of her thoughts. "Would you like a serving of our spinach puffs?"

"No thank you," she shook her head regretfully. She never liked killing on a full stomach.

From across the room, Mary was working a group surrounding her. The hardest part tonight wouldn't be performing her task or even covering it up; it would be getting Mary alone.

Yumeko sauntered through the crowd. The thin fabric of her shimmery dress tickled her thigh from the large slit. The idea was for Mary to notice Yumeko out of the crowd. The dip of her collar was to catch Mary's eye, and the hazel ones following her now just confirmed that it worked.

The group crowding her seemed to dissipate, leaving Yumeko the perfect path to slot herself in.

Mary was wearing a matching beige pants and blazer with a black turtle neck underneath. Her blonde locks were pulled back into a high bun, neat enough to be professional but effortlessly loose not to be stuffy.

Such a shame someone so alluring had such a high price tag.

"Your work has always been exceptional, but you've really outdone yourself this time," Yumeko never started with a greeting. If you want to stand out, you can't be conventional.

"Thank you so much. I appreciate the compliment," her smile was genuine and confident.

"I loved finding the little touches of yourself in certain scenes, like the black cat in the background of the park scene. I love finding the subtle foreshadowing." Yumeko was proud of how well she composed herself. She'd grown to love watching Mary's films in the time she spent studying her, and seriously, she was even more gorgeous now that she's not looking through a phone screen or glass window.

"Ahh, I'm glad you noticed. I love displaying the whole story right in front of the viewer's face without them even knowing until they go and rewatch it. You must have a very careful eye," Mary crossed her arms with an interested nod.

They spent a little longer discussing the film until Mary started asking for other details about Yumeko. All she told her was that she was Yasmine, a student in her senior year of college, she and had some friends involved with costuming. Both were complete lies, but Mary seemed to be fooled.

"What do you study?" now they both had a glass of champagne and were sitting too close for two strangers who had "just met."

"Psychology," Yumeko recalled her hours spent in the lecture room before she was arrested. Who knew it's a crime to run your ex over 5 times after he cheats on you? Apparently everyone except drunk and angry Yumeko. Her two years of psychology came in handy when she was learning about her victims.