After walking for a while, my feet begin to hurt from the heels so I took it off and hold it in my right hand. As I walk with barefooted on the street, a lot of people stared at me but I didn't care what they think. I just enjoy my time walking on the street freely without having paparazzis and fans bothering me.
As I walk, a smile form on my face as I see mimes on the streets, painters painting people on their canvas, couples holding hands walking down the street, people playing instruments on the streets, and birds flying around.
I stopped walking when I saw a bakery. I look inside the window and saw some pastries. Only if I have money, I could buy some. I'm so hungry. I didn't eat anything since this morning.
As I stood there, looking at the pastry inside the bakery, I heard the sound of a camera.
I turn around and there stood a man wearing a brown jacket, denim jeans, a bag on his side, holding a camera.
"Je suis vraiment désolé.(I am very sorry) " He said, "I'm a photographer. You looked very beautiful with that dress, barefooted, I didn't want to miss out on this beautiful view."
"C'est bien.(Its fine)" I said.
"I'm sorry but may I ask what your nationality is? You don't look French." He ask. Same goes to him, he doesn't look French either.
"I'm Korean." I answered.
"Oh, really? I'm Korean too." He said, changing from French to Korean.
"Oh really?" I ask, also in Korean.
"Wow, I never thought I would meet a Korean person here." He said, "I mean a lot of Koreans visit here but I haven't bump into one except you."
If he's Korean, shouldn't he know who I am? I mean.. I am a model in Korea...
Instead of saying anything else to him, I look back at the pastry.
"Do you want some?" He ask.
"Huh?" I ask.
"I mean, you must be hungry. And I have a feeling you don't have money with you." He said.
"Oh. I'm here for a photo shoot. I'm about to go eat with my team but they haven't came back yet so I came for a walk." I lied.
"Oh, you're here for a photo shoot? That explains the dress." He said, "Oh well, I'll be leaving then. Nice to meet you."
"You too." I said with a smile.
"Bye bye." He said as he wave good bye and walk pass me.
Right after he left, my stomach started to growl. I turn around and look around to see if he was still near and he was.
"Excuse me!" I called. He stopped and turn around.
"Yes?" He ask.
"Um, I lied.." I said.
"Huh?" He ask.
"I actually ran away from the photo shoot. I don't have any money on me. And, I'm hungry." I said. What is pride when you're this hungry?
He smile and said, "Do you want me to buy you something?"
"Please?" I ask.
He let out a laugh and walk toward me.
"What do you want?" He ask and I pointed to the pastry.
"Let's go." He said as he open the door to the bakery.
After I picked some and he bought it, we both sit in one of the table as I eat the pastry.
"But why bread?" He ask.
"To be honest, this is the first bread I've eaten in 9 years." I said.
"9 years? How old are you?" He ask.
"24." I answered.
"What have you been doing that you haven't had bread?" He ask.
"I'm a model, I'm not allow to eat pastry. The only thing I can eat is an apple for breakfast,lunch, dinner." I replied.
"That's sad." He said.
"It is." I replied, "pastry is my favorite food. Before I became a model, my dad and I would always go buy pastry for us after he pick me up from school."
"What's your favorite pastry?" He ask.
"I have a lot but the one I love the most is Hotteok." I said.
"Really? Mine too." He replied, "what's your favorite stuffing?"
"Cinnamon and peanuts" I replied.
"Wow. Same here." He said, "maybe if we see each other again in Korean, I'll treat you to hotteok."
I let out a laugh and he give me a confused look, "what?" He ask.
"You know you're talking to a stranger right?" I ask, "how can you get so comfortable with a stranger that quick? To the point where you would treat me?"
"I mean, I'm already buying this stranger some pastries." He replied, " I feel like I've made a new friend, in a foreign country."
"Well, stranger, what's your name?" I ask.
"Oh yeah, we haven't properly introduce ourselves." He said, "my name is jung hoseok. I'm a photographer. I'm not that famous yet but I'm trying to get promoted into similar industries."
"Nice to meet you Jung Hoseok , my name is (y/n). I'm a model in the model industry in South Korea. I guess I'm not that famous since you don't know me but I'll try my best to get recognized more in the future." I said, using the same sentence as him, just switched up some parts.
"Nice to meet you too, (y.n)" He said.
"I have a question." He said, "why did you ran away from the photo shoot?"
"Well, it's actually my vacation but my manager drag me here. I didn't want to take pictures so I ran away." I replied.
"Oh. I totally get you. I would be mad if someone make me work when I'm on my vacation." He said.
I laugh and said, "right?"
"So, what are you planning to do on your runaway?" He ask.
Well, I don't actually know. I didn't plan anything. I'll probably just have to return to that studio before they start freaking out.
"I'm not sure." I replied.
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After we finish eating, we both head out the shop.
"Well, I think I should go back to the photo shoot. They might be freaking out by now." I said.
"Alright. Well, it was nice meeting you, bye bye." He said and left.
As I watch him walk, thoughts ran through me. If I go back to the studio, I'm probably gonna regret this chance. If I ran away, I should make it worth it.
"Hoseok!" I called.
He turn around and look at me.
"I know this is our first time meeting each other, but would you like to go on a date with me?" I ask.
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Fanfic(Y.n) , a famous Korean solo model, travel to Paris for her modeling schedule. But all she wanted was a break. Without people noticing, she left the studio through the back door. On her runaway, she met a photographer who was also a Korean. Read to...
