"What should I wear? I'm afraid to make a fool myself when I interview Yui Hirahara." (Y/N) asked her father as she ate a bagel at the dining table. It was early morning and she called in the day sick for work, since she needed a day to herself.
"Interview with Yui Hirahara? Impressive," Her father was in the kitchen, making an omelet and he flipped it. "Where whatever you feel is formal and that is in your comfort zone."
"Yui Hirahara? How did you get an interview with her?" Her mother raised an eyebrow, as she held her cup of tea.
"I'm still asking myself that. Her son Kousuke Hirahara mentioned me, and she called me out of the blue last night."
Her mother chuckled, "So does that mean you are interested in that man?"
(Y/N) shook her head. "Frankly, he is too formal and serious for my liking. To be honest, he reminded me sort of like Takane."
(Y/N) finished her bagel and washed her dish, as she made her way to the door. She grabbed her bag and she was nearly at the door when her father called out to her, "Take care of yourself. Eat three meals a day."
"Please visit us soon." Her mother smiled.
When she left her parents' apartment, she felt the sense of reality sink in once more. She was an adult, and she needed to live her own life. However, at the same time she began to feel unhappy with her current work. Was it because her fiance made her do it?
Or was it because.... She simply wanted something more? Her words felt stuck in her throat, and she was unable to communicate to herself or others what she wanted.
-T I M E -
"You must be Miss (Y/N). We spoke on the phone, the other day." Yui Hirahara, she looked to be an older version of Kousuke. Except she had long wavy black hair, which reached slightly past her shoulders. Her thin azure eyes stared into (Y/N)'s eyes. Her thin eyebrows were perfectly groomed and she had a mole on the right side of her lower lip. (Y/N) rose up from her seat in order to shake her hand, and to show her manners.
Oh my, she looks a lot like Kousuke. If you were to place the two of them in a room, they would look to come off as siblings. But oh my, she does seem stunning for her age... (Y/N) pondered.
Instead of the two exchanged a handshake, Yui gave the woman a light hug and pulled away. (Y/N) was taken aback with the sudden hug, but she did not want to say anything. She needed her for an interview and possible connections for work after all. Still, it was a bit strange she would go out of her way to help her out.
"You are quite stunning," Ms Hirahara smiled. "No wonder they talk about you. How old are you again? Twenty?"
(Y/N) laughed. "Well I turned twenty three sometime ago."
The both of them sat at the table, and looked at the menu. (Y/N) felt uneasy, since she could feel Ms Hirahara's gaze on her. Why in the world is she keep staring at me? It is a bit creepy I will admit, but some old people have a staring problem... I'm fairly average in looks, so why does she continue to stare at me?
"Your job must be stressful, always chasing after celebrities and such."
"I've grown used to finding people to interview."
Ms Hirahara's phone began to ring, and she took it out. "Pardon me." She took the phone call and smiled once she heard the other person talk on the line. (Y/N) did not pay too much attention, and she felt it was invasive if she did try to listen in. She hung up the phone and shifted her attention back to (Y/N).
"I hope you do not mind having another person join us."
(Y/N) shook her head. "Not at all."
Who could she possibly bring here? I thought she wanted an interview... Now I feel as though I am eating lunch with some high class business woman. Now, I am allowing my thoughts to get the best of me... Her mind began to wander off.
"How could Kousuke be so cruel!" A woman's voice cried out.
There stood a woman with straight brown hair styled in a bob and tangerine-colored eyes. She has a light brown coat with a striped shirt underneath. She held her hands over her nose with a tissue, as it seemed to be bleeding. (Y/N) stared at her with wide eyes, since she did not know the woman and she seemed to be in a messy state at the moment. Ms Hirahara took one look at the woman, as she covered her mouth with her hand.
"Kousuke did that? I thought he would have used makeup remover."
"First Kousuke pushed me out of his office, and when I tried to go back in, his assistant opened the door in my face!" Her eyes fell upon (Y/N) and she looked confused. She raised an eyebrow at her. "Who is this...?"
"Miss (Y/N) (L/N). The woman that Kousuke brings up from time to time." Ms Hirahara hummed. "Now, why do you first wash up in the restroom?"
After the woman cleaned herself up, she sat beside (Y/N). She glared at her, and (Y/N) felt uneasy. She rested her hands on her lap, while she continued to feel her eyes on her. She wanted to run away, but knew her work was at stake. Ms Hirahara clasped her hands together.
" Now Megan Cho meet (Y/N) (L/N)."
"Who are you? What is your relationship with Kousuke?" Megan asked.
(Y/N) gulped. "Well, we talk from time to time. We are not particularly close."
"Your age? Your job?"
"I am twenty three, and I work as a writer for a magazine company."
"Why would Kousuke scoop so low with some writer? Not even a good one either."
She leaned in closer to (Y/N). "Is it because you have clear skin? What is your skin care routine?!"
"That is not even relevant to why we are here!" (Y/N) shifted away from Megan.
"I will admit you do have a pretty place, but not many qualities beside that. What is your family's occupation?"
"My mother is a cleaning lady, and my father is a construction worker."
"What kind of social standing is that? Ms Hirahara, why are we here?" Megan folded her arms.
"Now, I know that Miss (Y/N) needs help finding interviews for her articles. Besides, I want to better learn more about her since both that boy and Kousuke seem to be so interested in her. I think she would be good with Kousuke."
"Excuse me," (Y/N) stated. "I am not interested in Kousuke in that kind of manner. I came here for an interview for work, and not for some kind of game playing with Kousuke's feelings. I do see where you are coming from to push your son to meet someone, but I am not suited for that job."
"Yes!" Megan nodded her head. "I am a much more suitable bride for my precious Kousuke." She hummed.
Ms Hirahara smirked. "I am joking around with you two. The reason why I brought both of you out here is to better get along together. After all, I feel that I will be seeing you more often Miss (Y/N)."
"That is enough." A rough low cold voice spoke.
"Ah Kousuke honey, how did you know where to find us?" Ms Hirahra hummed.
Kousuke, stood by their table and looked back at Megan then at (Y/N). Both of them stared at one another.
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