Collide ⤕ Bungou Stray Dogs

TWO - b.r

One would say that when God rained patience, Bianca Rivera had her arms spread wide open and grabbed all of it. In other words, Bianca is a level-headed person.

Really, she is. There's not much that could tick her off. Small mishaps here and there would never make Bianca throw a tantrum and big ones can be handled in meager doses. However, this isn't too say that Bianca isn't internally boiling at 100° C.

Unfortunately, things have been hell on her lately that Bianca cannot get a grip on her emotions. The brunette has been all over the place. She's always up by 4 AM, eats a light breakfast, goes on a morning jog (if she has the time), takes a shower, gets ready, replies to all her emails, goes to work and goes home 8 or 9 hours later.

Her mentor, Kouyou Ozaki, has been kind enough for many, many years now, giving her opportunities she could only dream of having back when she was a little girl in Majorca. It was because of Kouyou that Bianca was here today, planning a fashion show for her brand new line. The first of many more to come.

One can only imagine how hectic things are getting for the young fashion designer. Especially with so many admirers and critics, Bianca had to make sure that she lived up to all of them. She'd hate to say it but she's feeling immense pressure right now and it is rather disconcerting. Everything had to be perfect and if one little thing were to fail, Bianca would flip her shit.

Of course everything would go as planned by collaborating with the right people. There was Kouyou, the person who's been with her since she decided to go solo, and her child, Kyouka, one of the models for the show. There's also a ton of sponsors and modelling agencies. Her secretary? She wasn't really blessed with. Kouyou insisted that a secretary would make life easier but it only made life harder for the fashion designer.

Her secretary was irresponsible and screwed up several times, it was kind of saddening. Simple tasks such as taking note of clients' information, organizing Bianca's schedule and informing her of meetings were too difficult of a task to handle. Not to mention, the brat was damn lazy.

Fed up with it, Bianca yelled at her like she hasn't yelled since she was a newborn baby and threw a ring binder at her from across the room. The memory still makes Bianca flinch.

God did not shower perfection after all.

"The infamous Bianca Rivera can actually lose her shit? Shocker." Gin remarks from across the table as she slices her fancy tuna, popping a piece in her mouth.

Bianca massages her temples. "I just don't understand, Gin." She sighs exasperatedly after that. "This was the fourth time this month. I can only handle so much."

"That's because you delayed firing her for how many months." Gin says, giving her a "really?" look. "You could have saved yourself the trouble if you fired her from the very start."

"I thought she was gonna learn, okay?" Bianca sighs, avoiding Gin's eyes. Her hands settle on fiddling with the straw in her mango juice.

"And now you're having trouble setting up your schedule on your own?"

Bianca completely ignores Gin's question although her rants give enough facts. "I just don't... I can't pull my shit together."

Gin suppresses the urge to grin at her friend's dysfunctional state. It was rare to see Bianca Rivera in a mental breakdown. So rare to see her fatigued and stressed. After all, the Hispanic woman only carried herself with poise and grace. It wasn't intentional or pretentious per se. Bianca was simply that kind of person. While Gin admired it, she'd be lying if she said she didn't like this side of Bianca. It was amazing, seeing someone put together break once in a while.