Taeyeon's P.O.V
Oh my god.
Tiffany was one of the most annoying person ever! She literally cannot multitask. I asked her over an hour ago to start this interview, yet here we are barely beginning.
"Okay let's begin."
"Fucking finally! I've been waiting for an hour!" I said.
"Well we all can't just be here and be lazy like you." She smugly replied.
"Well at least my dresses aren't ugly. I'd buy my wedding dress at Vera Wang." I replied smirking.
"You wouldn't!" Tiffany gasped out in disbelief.
"Oh bitch I would." I mocked her.
"We'll see if you even get married old hag."
I gasped. I wasn't even old! I was only 27 years old. This bitch has a lot of nerve to be calling me old.
"Well at least I don't design clothes like their for the 19 century" I replied.
"You know what bitch, if you're gonna keep making fun of my clothes then I'm gonna have to kick you out." Tiffany angrily said.
This is so funny. She's getting mad. She looks kind of cute when she's mad. Extremely cute to be honest.
"You're cute when your mad." I smiled.
"Thanks. Can't say the same about you though." She teased.
Even though she's joking, it feels as if we're really flirting. This feeling feels so foreign to me.
"Hey do you wanna go out for some lunch" Tiffany asked.
"Sure but you're paying." I replied
"Fine."
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FanfictionTiffany is a fashion designer, Taeyeon a journalist. What will come of their relationship? Love? Hate? Pain? Find out in loving you.