𝐘𝐎𝐔 ʰᵃʷᵏˢ

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴: 𝟶𝟶𝟸

this display wasn't even for me, but I couldn't help but still be nervous. my aunt on the other hand went around casually as if one of the top designers wasn't a wall apart from us. "oh, you're gonna love him. he's the sweetest person, you have nothing to worry about."

...

"these...are what you came up with for the show?" his voice was cold, meant to make anyone who ball up in fear but for some reason my aunt just laughed instead as if it was some sort of joke, "yes, they are. they're inspired by the seasons, in fact my niece's ideas." her hand moved to my direction, pointing that i was there to jeanist as if he hadn't acknowledged my presence already. which i believe he didn't, since his eyes widened a bit upon seeing me, "this is your niece?" he then questioned, and suddenly i felt clammy underneath his gaze, as if i were being judged in the way i was sitting or even breathing...

i looked over to my aunt, and she gave me that smile that spoke a million words, she nodded slowly at me as i took a quick breath before she could continue, "yes she is. i've told you she's been behind most of the ideas of the collaboration."

I straightened in the cushioned seat before his eyes could look at me again, for a moment i swore he smiled underneath his high collar by the way his eyes curved, "so you're the creative mind behind it all? you certainly have skill," he stood up from his chair to lean over the table, his hand opened in my direction, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you," i shook his hand and i couldn't help the beaming smile from spreading onto my lips, "pleasures all mine,"

my aunt squeaked beside me, and even she was fighting her smile as trying to cover it with a lip bite, "let me get our contract ready and i'll be back in a few," jeanist said after we shook, his tall figure sliently leaving the room, and with a click of the door, my aunt flew onto me, "we got the job!" she whisper screamed, her arms wrapped around me with a squeeze so tight that we both shook with the strength she put, "i told he'd love you,"

🔪♡

KEIGO.
location: station
status: alone

[ name ], there could be a million of those. her signature only had her  first name, from what he could remember. each sketch had the same stamp on the corner, perfectly written with the same curve and ink, but no last name included.

"[ name ]..." what.
what could be the designer's last name? his memory was foggy of the signature but he was sure that there wasn't even the intital of her last name.

could it be that she was well off then? keigo spun his chair to face the large window in his office, could it be that there was at least one person with that name that was so well off into their career, that didn't even need to sign?

no, she said she was still a student for design.

still, keigo faced his computer again and scrolled down the list of people with the same name as the girl in the park, and again it could be any of them. so instead he opened his search engine and typing again until the screen loaded,
and your picture showed up.

there was a headline side it that made him smile proudly,

"designer finally picked for the jeanist collab! introducing, [ name ] [last name ]"

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