Model after model graced the long white runway, fabric of every kind, colors that couldn't be named of the top of your head, heels of all height. It was nonstop look after look, Drake sat front row watching the models but faded in and out of thought about his newfound information about Tae.
However Tae was in complete all she was in her environment, he face was serious as she watched women of all colors, shapes, and sizes walk the runway. Every now and then she'd turn her head to Oliver and speak into his ear. Sometimes he'd nodded, sometimes he'd reply back. The two were speaking fashion and ways to grow the OVO fashion department.
As the show ended the building slowly emptied, Tae stood back speaking with past women she'd modeled with, designers she'd walked for and photographs who once snapped photos of her. As she looked down at her watch she notes the time and formally relieved herself from a conversation she was having with two fashion designers.
"We gotta get going." She looked at Drake for a split moment then looked down at her phone, notifications began to light up on her phone, photos of herself, Drake, Oliver, and Anna Wintour graced social media. She was tagged in photos on Instagram and Twitter.
Paparazzi crowded around them as they walked out, it was dark and this time it was more of a distance for them to walk they'd be making their way to one of Drake's favorite restaurants in New York. As they walked Drake closed the distance between him and Tae his hand went to her lower back. She knew this wasn't a pass he was making on her, he did this whenever he felt like he needed to be in protective mode. It was dark, paparazzi were everywhere, people were screaming left and right. Drake didn't trust it he slightly placed his body in front of Tae's as his hand was firmly placed on her lower back. His other hand placed in his pocket as the two walked down the street.
Once in the restaurant, Drake had rented out for himself and his crew his hand remained on her lower back, for him it felt natural for him.
"You can remove your hand now, we're inside." She said as she turned her head to him.
"I'm aware." His hand remained in the same position until she got to the chair she wanted to sit in, she pulled it out but Drake lightly pushed it back in.
"What are you doing." She frowned at him, as he pulled another chair out that was closer to him. She looked at him then at the chair but didn't say anything. She quietly sat down as Drake helped her push her chair in. He stepped to the end of the table and sat down. Everyone else followed.
Random conversations filled the room, silverware clinked against plates, as laughter followed after small talk. Drake looked up at Tae and studied her she knew he was looking at her but she continued to pretend her food was more interesting.
"So this modeling career!? He spoke between sips from his champagne.
"What about it?"
She replied back pushing spaghetti and white Alfredo sauce around her plate.
"Why don't you talk about it, why haven't you ever brought it up?" He asked, she finally looked up at him.
"You never asked so I never felt it was necessary." She said as he frowned in disbelief.
"You're telling me, you've worked with some of the top designers in the world and you didn't 'feel' it was necessary for you to bring up!?" He replied back as he raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Correct." She said looking at him. He sat looking at her in the eyes waiting for her to say something, anything honestly.
"My parents sent me off at 14 to begin modeling, I was discovered by a guy named Sean Martícar who randomly walked up to me and asked to see my school ID and just like that he booked me off that photo." She sat back in her chair, her leg crossed over the other, and continued to look at Drake.
"You got booked from a school ID?! " Drake's eyebrows shot up as he let out a chuckle.
"Yea, believe it or not a lot of women get discovered like that, Tyra Banks was discovered off a passport photo." Tae's shoulders shrugged as she continued to speak. "Most photographers want to see how versatile your look is, if you can be formed into anything or anybody. How well you wear makeup, how your jaw, nose, or eyes look with and without being painted on, and the best way to see that is by looking at probably the worst pic you could think of. Like passport pics, or a ID." Tae smiled as she shook her head. She grabbed her glass of champagne and took a sip.
"I see, like a blank canvas type of thing. Drake said as he continued to smile.
"Exactly." Tae replied as she felt Drake place his hand on top of hers, he rubbed his thumb lightly on the back of her hand. He looked at her smiling when he realized she wasn't resisting his pass on her. She smiled back as she took another sip from her glass.
Once again Tae notifications began going off, Drake's followed right behind they both picked up their phones to find out what was being said this time. She clicked on her Instagram which was lit up with photos of her and Drake being too close for comfort, photos of his hand placed on her lower back, his body pressed against hers. The photos looked worse than what the situation was, but that's how it went. The worst photos always made for the best post.
"You gotta do better at hand placement." She said as he shook her head scrolling down the photos.
"I don't know, I think we look pretty damn good together." Drake replied as he casually liked some of the photos he and her were tagged in.
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