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Tuesday 2:00pm -Vogue Mag Shoot Atlanta, GA

I was dreading this day all week. Not because I hate the people who work for Vogue, but the shoots take soooo long. Every time I do a shoot, the entire day gets away from me and I don't get much free time. We ended up breaking for lunch and I sat down with the photographer and my publicist Akaashi to go over the shots we took.

"I like the third one alot. It really captures the natural curve and arch of your body."

"I appreciate that. Only you can make me look good lol." Me, Akaashi and the photographer laughed and continued to talk about future plans and other photo ideas.
" You know, I have a friend you might want to meet."
"A friend?" I twirled my pasta on my fork and popped it in my mouth.

" He works with Sugawara at Limelight Records." Akaashi wiped his mouth and folded his napkin.

"Oh I know Suga! He directed my last music video a couple weeks back."

"Well, his friend is an A&R but he has good connections with some other A list producers that could assist you with your next project."

Almost as if it was on cue, the man in question came into the office. And to my surprise it was Daichi. He sported a black nike tech, with white sneakers, a matching black baseball cap, and a red satchel across his bulky shoulder.

Why can't I seem to get away from this guy? The moment he walked in, I nearly choked on my pasta. Akaashi came to my aid and checked to see if I was alright as the tall man "introduced" himself. Once I regained my composure, I wiped my mouth and stood up.
"It's a pleasure to see you again Siren."
"Likewise." I lightly shook his hand and gave him a head nod.

8:00pm

The shoot and the interview was finally finished and my makeup was taken off. I slipped into my hoodie and sweatpants, and made my way to my audi to head to my million dollar home. Before I could reach into my bag for my keys, I hear a voice call out to me.

"Good work today superstar." The raven haired man stood in the studio doorway with his arms crossed and wore a grin on his face.

"Don't you get tired of running into me Sawamura?" I said smugly pulling my keys out.
" I can't say I hate running into you. That would be a lie." This man is really testing it tonight. He walked closer and handed me a folded note he had in his pocket.

When I opened the note it read, Reservation Sunday @ 4:00pm at Florence."Is this your way of asking me out?"

"I want to get to know you. Since we meet on the plane and seeing each other around often it must be fate."

I laughed out loud. "Don't you have a girlfriend mr. flirt?"

" You mean Amira, right?"

"I didn't say Amira. You did."

"To put it simply, we aren't together."

"Sooo, your fuckin her still?"

He let out a hardy chuckle. "Not even close. She's been trying to get back with me for months but I won't give her what she wants. Since we're in the subject of exes, what about you and the famous Atlanta Hawks point-guard?"

I popped my hip and crossed my arms. " I don't like cheaters."

"Ooo, she's cold. I'd hate to be on your bad side."

"Then don't take me there."

"Maybe I want to take you there; genuinely I mean." He pulled out a bouquet of f/flowers from behind him and graciously placed them in my hands.