I thought the meme was funny
┌───••°•○•·♡·•○•°••───┐
Get rich. Get paid.
└───••°•○•·♡·•○•°••───┘
Those are the words Yua Miura lives by, had always lived by, and will continue to live by.
But a chance encounter with some infamous delin...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
♡♡♡
Taking a walk in Shibuya, down past many stores filled with designer clothes, is something Yua Miura definitely likes to do. Especially with a guy on her arm. Doubly so with one hailing from the esteemed Akarame Academy, home of the privileged silver spoon socialites. They always liked to spend money on lavish gifts for her, gleaming cards heavy in their hands, which they always liked to wave around, like it was their money and not daddy's.
Yua giggled at something her arm candy said, no doubt some lame joke that barely made sense, which they probably heard from someone else, who likely told it equally as worse. She internally huffed, acting like she liked these bozos was so hard, it was practically a fulltime job. With all that money they liked to wave around you would think they were able to afford some better jokes.
She continued her mental rendition of a joke a thousand times better which was totally funny and definitely not a deez nuts joke (really, she swears), until something caught her eye.
Her eyes, impossibly, got even shinier, and she dragged her arm candy over to the front of the store that just had the most gorgeous bag she had seen. A Chanel number with such a pretty colour, and an even prettier shape. Oh, it would absolutely look gorgeous on her! She just had to have it!
She turned to her arm candy, pout weaponised on her lips, doe eyes she lined prettily with liner, cat lashes to empahsise the shape of her eyes, faced towards him. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist her, none of them ever did.
She made sure to have his name ready on her lips- the right one of course, guys never liked it when she said someone else's name, a total mood breaker they said. Not that she ever asked though.
"Uhm... shit... uh... Hiroshi! Wouldn't that bag look so cute on me? It would make your girlfriend so happy if you got that for her." Yua made sure to squeeze her chest closer to his arm, making him short circuit.
"O-oh really? Of course, anything for my g-girlfriend," he stammered out, face positively aflame.
"Really, you don't mind?" She made sure to punctuate that with a innocent look up to him through her lashes, Angel Magazine said that it was the best way for a girl to make a boy fond of her, ergo buy her more stuff.
'Always look at him through your lashes when you look up at your target, it makes their heart beat faster when a cute girl looks up at them! Of course, make sure that those lashes are properly coated for the best effect!'
They both entered the store, then exited with the Chanel bag, along with a couple pairs of earrings that Yua had her eyes on when she looked through Vogue last week. She had the biggest jump in her step when she left, smiling glossed lips up at her current boyfriend as they both made their way to a café to get some drinks and some cake.
They entered the café, and picked a place near the windows that rose up from the floor all the way to the ceiling, letting them see the crowds of people outside. There were two modern looking plush chairs with tall backs that were sat opposite each other with a low, glass, modern table resting between them.
