The Setbacks (Kylian Mbappé x Reader)

Unexpected

Last night was perfect. We sent the night talking and I got to see Kylian in a family environment, which in my opinion, was the best version of him.

After the dinner he dropped me off at home and had to leave because he had an afternoon game today. I wasn't going to make it to because of work.

I left to work and arrived early as usual to get a head start on the day.

"Good morning, Y/n," Charles greeted.

"Hello, Charles," I said, "how are you?"

"I'm good," he responded, "do you know what we'll be doing today?"

"Not at all," I confessed, "I thought you did."

"No, I don't," he said, "did we come in on a day off?"

This was a valid question. Madam Blanchet made sure to greet us each morning with a list of duties and today she was no where to be found. That's odd.

"Let me go ask around," Charles said.

"Good idea," I said.

He left and quickly returned with a letter at hand.

"Madam Blanchet isn't here," he said as he handed me the letter, "but she left this with the receptionist."

I open it and read it.

"Apparently we have a shoot today with a model," I explain.

"Does it say who?" He asked.

"Nope," I answer, "let's just start setting up with the crew."

After an hour, everything was set up. We followed each instruction from Maria, the crew was all ready and all that was missing was the model.

"Where are they?" The photographer asked.

"I don't know," I answered, "I'll go get the number and find out."

I go down to the receptionist and asked for the model's information. Before I could dial the numbers the doors opened wide and in walks Maïa.

"Of course," I said under my breath.

"Bonjour et bienvenue chez Dior, (Good morning and welcome to Dior,)" the receptionist announced. "Comment puis-je vous aider? (How may I help you?)

"Bonjour," she greets back as she took out her sunglasses, "Je suis ici pour une séance photo. (I'm here for a photoshoot.)"

"Oui," the receptionist says, "I believe she's the one you are looking for, Y/n."

"Yes, she is," I responded, "Nice to see you again, Maïa, may we head in to the studio?"

She nodded and I began to walk there.

"We've met before, right?" She asked.

"Fuck," I thought to myself.

"Yes, we have," I answered, "last week during fashion week. I was sent to find you."

"Ohh, right," she said, "but before that?"

"We met in a PSG match," I explained.

"YES!" She yelled, "you were there with Bruna and then Ethan."

"Yes, I was," I answered.

"How do you know them when you work here?" She asked.

Why can't this studio be closer?