Hey, Want To Have Some Coffee?

Chapter 1

Being the first ranking and popular top model is not as fabulous and easy as you think. Things getting harder and harder, you feel like you just want to fall down into a deep hole and never come back into reality. Being in a deep hole without any sunlight illuminating through it. Just darkness. Pitch black. My favourite colour of all time. It shows how my life really is. Dull, no colour. At all.

Having a rich family does not help anything either. A father who has a deep influence to the whole wide world. A CEO of a famous furniture company- Alex Collins. My mum- Alicia Collins is just a normal housewife. No, the word normal is just an understatement. She is absolutely a BUSY housewife. She went here and there, having meetings with other rich housewives and discussing how pathetic their men are. Stupid, I know. In conclusion, my parents are busy as hell and I barely see them at home.

And there is me! Lucy Collins. A good-for-nothing daughter in the family! Mark that sarcasm. I am the only child in this filthy rich family. 25 years old and still single mingle. Well, of course, I am a top model in this country. About half of men in this country are drooling over my hot body every time my face is on the cover page of every magazine. Dang, I sounded like a slut. No way guys, I am just a normal who have not got her first boyfriend. No attachments, I love it that way.

One fact that you seriously have to know about rich families. They LOVE to arrange marriage for their own child. Well, that includes me. Yay for me! For over five years, mum or dad would find some shady guy for me to get married with. And yes, they are from rich families too. The reason? To create a bond between these rich families and making their business even popular and high-class. Soooooooo oldschool. My answer? No! No for 20 guys who my parents set me up with for their business based marriage. I believe in love, and I am capable of finding my own true love...

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Crap! I am late! Late, late, LATE! Can someone please answer me, why the hell does my alarm did not set up last night??? I swear I set it up yesterday. Maybe my half awake self decided to turn it off and I slept back into my dreamland. And that my friend, is a bad habit. But I chose to keep that bad habit so I can continue my beauty sleep. Till I wake up late for work.

"Levi, I love you so much. Please give me strength to overcome all the challenges that will come for today's shooting. And I hope you can overcome all the obstacles in Attack On Titan too. Muah,"

Have I ever mention to you guys that I am a crazy otaku? Who has a fetish for a character who does not even exist? God, Levi is God-level-hot. His beautiful abs, his reflex in fighting all those titans. No, do not mention his hair. I love it when it is messy. One of the perks of having his poster on my wall is certainly a bless. Waking up looking at his abs every morning gives me strength to go through the day. What am I rambling about?

Anyway, right now, I am technically running to the train station with a toast in my mouth. Okay, that does sound like an anime scene? Whatever, the distance between my apartment and the train station is not too far. Just a few minutes. I just walk there, normally, but because of my drowsiness for not setting my own alarm last night, I have to run to catch up the train. Life is so hard, sometimes.

I miraculously can catch up the train and I am panting hard because of the long run. The train is packed with people who, most of them, are office workers. And here I am, being the most stand out person. Wearing a pink blouse, cream coloured coat- since it is Spring, ripped jeans and high heels boots. I have to wear something like this, because I am working in a modeling agency. Can't wear anything formal. Wearing something informal is formal for them. Pretty complicated, huh?

As I was standing near the door, waiting for the train to arrive at my station - which is 5 stations away, I can feel someone's presence behind me. From the reflection of the door's window, I can conclude that it was a guy. Somehow, I can't look up to see what he looks like. I can feel his warmness radiating and my eyes just can't meet up with his. It feels like my heart is doing somersault and beating crazily. I can't see his face, but why is his presence can make such a complicated state to my heart and mind? There is one thing from him that makes me calm and ease.

His coffee scent..