Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 3)

7. Property of Can? I don't think so...

As soon as the models for the photo shoot started to arrive, the employees of Fikri Harika took notice. Especially the female half.

Guliz had been eyeing the two men at the coffee bar surrounded by flirting girls curiously and when she saw JJ coming through from the other side of the hub, she stopped him. "JJ- "

"Yes?" he asks and looks up from the tablet in his hands.

"The models are here," she points across at them, her eyes sparkling.

"I see them yes," he shrugs, "it's not that impressive though, they're all lean foods though, no substance."

"Hm," Guliz nods, smiling at them still. "I don't mind it one bit," she gushes, "they can eat grass if it makes them that handsome."

Can, who had been on the hunt for his employees, sees the two of them at the end of the hub and walks over. "What's going on JJ?" he asks, looking at the group of gaggling girls across the bridge.

"Mr Can, er, the models are here."

"I see," Can nods just as Sanem passes them with a file.

"They look very good," Guliz beams and Can's eyebrows shoot up. JJ closes his eyes and groans quietly, nudging Guliz's side. "Not nearly as good as you though," she adds quickly.

Can blinks for a second. Okay? "Of course not, how can they?" he shrugs and winks at her. He pats JJ's arm, who chuckles as Guliz blushes profusely.

"Sanem?"

Sanem stops, looking up from the file she was paging through with a frown.
"Sinan?!" she squeals and tosses the file on the counter behind him.

What now? Can cranes his neck, looking over. Who's - and they're hugging... he purses his lips and lifts his hands in question. "Who's this now?" he grunts under his breath.

"It's been years, oh my God! I've missed you!"

Can makes his feet move, stepping off the small step to walk over, Guliz and JJ watching with interest the exchange between Sanem and Sinan as they follow him.

"I've missed you too."

"They've missed each other, how cute," Can snorts, "would you look at that."

"What are you doing here?"

"My thoughts exactly," Can nods and squints, walking again.

"I'm one of the models."

He's a model now? Who would have thought... Sanem sees Can and the other two approaching and waves him over behind Sinan. "Mr Can, come meet Sinan." He tilts his head, stepping up the step onto the raised counterfloor, looking at Sinan. "Sinan is an old friend, we've known each other since elementary school. Sinan, this is Mr Can."

"Friend?" Can asks, looking directly at Sanem. Friend? And you're hugging him like that?

"Yes, since we were little," Sanem nods behind Sinan.

Can's brows are somewhere in his hairline as he stares at her a second then turns to Sinan. "Pleased to meet you," he says and holds out his hand.

"Hello, same here," Sinan grins and shakes his hand, the other in his jean pocket. "Sanem was my best friend in elementary school - "

"Hm," Can nods, blinking as he takes in Sinan's light pink sweater tied around his neck over his shoulder and tries not to wince at the style. Blegh...

"We were always together right Sanem?"

You were always together? Please... "Is that so?"

"Yes," Sanem grins and puts her hands on her hips like Supergirl, nodding. "All the girls had pigtails and wanted to jump rope or play with dolls. But I played football with Sinan instead." Sanem pats his chest as he laughs, shrugging.