𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈𝐈.

( gif by hazzawckd <3 )

— mentions of attempted assault, but does not go any further..

"Karl Lagerfeld, pleasure to meet you." A hand extended out to me from a short man in a rich gray suit with a black tie. He smiled at me from a professional standpoint, his black sunglasses staying put on his face. He looked to be in his seventies, a mature man. A businessman.

"Hi, (Y/N) (L/N)." I shook his hand softly, smiling.

"Will you come along with me please." I, of course, agree and follow after him while tucking a piece of my hair behind my hair and clutching my portfolio as we go up the backway of the warehouse and up the elevator with a comfortable setting. As we walked across the marble floor, we finally arrived at his actual office. He held the door for me as I walked in, behind the tall glass doors stood a row of large windows that overlooked the city in the background. His black modern desk in the middle accompanied by a comfy leather chair. The room was pearly white. Mannequins were all in a row with different designs from the 90's theme to modern today's attire.

"Please have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked politely, my mind was still distracted by how beautiful his office was.

"N-no! I am okay, thank you." I smiled at the question as he walked over to the stainless steel fridge at the far end. It was near a marble countertop and a black leather couch.

I took a seat in front of his desk, less intimidated now. I sat my portfolio on my lap, fingers tapping at the soft plastic that protected the shell. My eyes peered around the room, ankles crossed. He had many designs and awards scattered around his wall, most being one of the highest awards you could receive in the industry to little awards children make for their parents. Off to the side of the wall were photos of models, some taken at the top of mountains, some taken in the inner city, some were models who passed away a while ago and others were of clothes that he himself designed.

Karl's hand suddenly appears in front of my face to break me from my trance as he silently requested for my portfolio. He had three different rings on his fingers, all decorated in diamonds. I smiled softly, handing off the plastic to him before in return, he gave me a glass of water anyway. He grips it. Walking around to the front of the desk before leaning against it as he opened it up and began to examine it.

I watched as his eyes studied each and every one of my designs, taking in every detail as I nervously watched. I felt like having the floor swallow me up whole than to sit in the quiet room as he studied my portfoilo. I forced myself to look anywhere but him, luckily the giant four windows behind him had a scenery out of a movie and I found myself window shopping from up above. "This is incredible." He says in the midsts of my thoughts, almost catching me off guard as I rapidly blinked.