Hate To Love You... (Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader)

Chapter 3

Humming gently, I walk into the staff room just before everyone else does. Heading straight to the kettle and filling it with water before clicking the button on. Letting the water boil, I grab my instant ramen pot from my bag and set it on the side, just needing to add water to the dry ingredients before I could dig into my lunch. My stomach growling and pleading at me for food while my mind runs rampant with all the chores I have to get through before the end of my shift, running my fingers through my hair with a small sigh.

Today was rather stressful, to say the least. The dressing rooms were crammed with multiple models, some having to bunch up with others since there were so many. Meaning that makeup artists like my mentor couldn't spread everything out like they want to. It was all so crammed. Having to end up stacking palettes and things on top of each other. Which ended up with the loss of certain palettes and people stressing over a lost foundation. Then, to add salt to the wound, models were growing agitated with how long it was taking us. Giving us evil eyes and scoffs. Beginning to throw some small comments to try and make us work faster which would, in turn, begin to agitate the camera crew and directors.

It was just utter chaos... And it was only halfway through the day!

My mentor, Mrs Juniper, luckily, works well under pressure. She kept her cool, which made me feel a lot more calmer than I usually did. I didn't crack under pressure just like I thought I would, I was surprisingly calm.

We got nicer models than what others did. The models were rather polite too, dismissing our apologies with kind words. Understanding the stress and the sheer amount of work we had to do. Which, in turn, produced a great face a makeup for the model. So, there was some sort of silver lining today. It may not be much, but at least it's something.

As the kettle sings when the waters boiled, I gently pour it into my ramen pot to the recommended line. Taking a small breath as I pick it up and begin to stir it, thanking my lucky stars that I left a bit earlier than my colleagues to sort my food out. Trying to get to the microwave or the kettle was a battle in itself in this office. People will push, elbow and even kick to get to it. Which is insane... but I can see where they're coming from.

After all, I would want to stuff my face after dealing with a rude model.

Enjoying the silence while I can, I sit down on the plush red sofa sitting near the corner, slipping my shoes off to hold my knees to my chest. I pull my chopsticks from my bag and begin devouring the noodles while pulling out my sketchbook, flicking through the recent designs I've created. My mind whirring at a thousand miles per minute to figure out what method I could take to make that into a makeup look while I slurp on my noodles. My pencil almost having a mind of its own as I jot down the processes.

Unfortunately, as soon as I had it, it's quickly taken away. The silence is ripped to shreds as makeup artists, camera crew, fashion designers and seamstresses begin to fill in. Racing each other for the microwave and the kettle before anyone else can get to it. A small sigh leaves my lips at the loss of silence while I close and sketchbook and file it away. Hoping no one saw anything.

I was rather self conscious over my work...

Clearing my throat softly, I go back to focusing on eating my ramen until someone decides to rest themselves beside me. Great. Just great. Humming gently, I turn toward the person and realise it's one of my colleagues, someone that I usually hung around with at the beginning of my career since I didn't have a clue what to do. Her bright red eyes glittering with glee. Obviously, she was up to something. And by the looks of it... I wasn't going to like it.

"Hey, (Y/n)," she says with a sly smile, elbowing my playfully making me jolt gently, my arm quickly to recover so my ramen doesn't go everywhere, "So~ How've you been?"