Devotee // A BL+Yaoi Story

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[Stevie's POV]

The streets are always quiet at this time of morning.

No loud cars, the hustle of people on the sidewalks are gone, street venders and store owners are especially silent.

And I had never expected that I'd be here walking down the streets of the city this early.

In all my nearly four years of working for SMSC, I had never actually been around the city at 7 a.m., which happens to be quiet and bathed in the light of sunrise.

My name is Stevie Weber. I work under the stylist and modeling agency known as SMSC, or Schaefer.

The company may seem like a big shot modeling place with their own stylists for the models, I mean, they also are for hire for personal stylists but we're expensive, but it's tiny in the shadow of those larger companies.

Big shot companies like the ones all over Europe, South Korea, and who knows where else.

I worked as an apprentice for them when I was in college still working as a barista, but applied for the job position as a stylist as soon as I graduated college.

Though I've worked at SMSC for so long, I always drive to work (I live out in the suburbs almost). But the market was in town and open at 7 a.m., and I've always loved the thought of going to the market early.

As I looked around at the produce, the man over the counter noticed I was rummaging through the crate of tomatoes.

"Hard to find good ones this year, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I suppose," I chuckled. He smiled, some teeth missing from it.

"Here."

The man reached into the crate and pulled out a nearly perfect tomato.

"Best one in the batch, young man. On the house."

"Oh, no sir, I can't take this."

"Oh, no it's alright. There's always one good one in every crate. It won't be the last."

"Oh, well... thank you, it's very appreciated."

I placed the tomato in the plastic bag the man gave me, and pocketed it into my laptop bag.

As I smiled and continued walking down the street of market shops, I watched my reflection pass through the dark windows of the old buildings.

The sun's orangish hues weren't enough to light the insides of the abandoned buildings, making my reflection visible while the sunrise shed light onto me instead.

I could clearly make out my curly hair and glasses sitting atop my freckled nose, and my thick scarf on my shoulders.

It was already the end of September, and the weather nulled down to chilly early mornings and deep orange sunrises and sunsets. It was the perfect setting that I have always enjoyed.

I looked down at my phone and noticed it was 7:34 a.m. I sighed as I hurried back down the street towards the SMSC office building.

Within the company, they hire an abundant amount of stylists so that rich folks can hire us, and then they can assign their models to a specific stylist so they only have to work with one person constantly.

They know how to do their hair, their makeup, how to dress them, anything they need for their photoshoots. We supply headshots for models, run social media accounts, train models, sell off models to bigger companies, we even have an online modeling magazine.