( 🍸 ) and you're revvin and revvin and revvin it up.
IN WHICH a grumpy designer and a feisty model have to work together for the new york fashion week.
───〃୨୧ nicholas chavez fic
designer x model au .ᐟ
social media & real lif...
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WHITE MUSTANG / chapter thirteen ——— ₊ ⊹ million dollar man 🪩
( 🏙️ ) manhattan, new york city
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———— FOR SALEM'S LIKING, the limousine was too quiet.
the soft hum of the music coming from the speakers did nothing to help the situation. she stared blankly out the window, not daring to move her eyes to the man sitting next to her.
for some reason, she couldn't look at him without feeling a weird feeling within her every time her eyes met his. so she just tried to ignore him as best as she could.
she crossed her legs to avoid their thighs touching, she held her arms close to her body and her eyes fixed out the window, the beautiful scenery of new york's skyline glowing under the moonlight.
on the other side, nicholas couldn't help but look at her. his gaze lingered on her with his dress on. he couldn't even deny how beautiful she looked, with her blonde hair contrasting her tanned skin and her rosy cheeks that looked so soft.
he could almost feel his hand itching to hold her, but he sent those thoughts away, sighing heavily and interrupting for a brief moment the commercial music from the speaker.
his sudden sigh made her turn her head almost automatically, her worried eyes going to him, "are you okay?" she asked, "yeah, why would i not be?" he answered, crossing his arms as he leaned back in the seat. she just shrugged, smiling at him.
"by the way," he said, composing himself and buttoning his elegant suit, "there will almost surely be paparazzi in front of the building. y'know, winston's parties tend to be a very big deal around here."
she turned her body to him, always trying to maintain a certain distance between them, "yeah, i imagined." she said, bringing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"well... i—" nicholas started, before clearing his throat, "i figured we should probably make a good impression on them. to make the project work, you know."
