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she settled onto the chair in front of her vanity, quickly filling in her eyebrows before reaching for her mascara. “fuck, where is it?” she muttered as the room continued to echo with the sound of makeup products knocking against one another while she dug through her overflowing cosmetic bag. she emptied half its contents onto the table, her movements becoming more frantic by the second. eventually, the familiar black tube revealed itself beneath a compact mirror.

without wasting another moment, she coated her lashes before reaching for her lipstick, carefully applying a thin layer before topping it off with gloss. she pressed her lips together, satisfied with the finish, then instinctively glanced at the clock resting on the corner of her vanity.

her eyes widened. she only has five minutes left before the driver arrives.

daniela gave herself one last look in the mirror, smoothing out a few loose strands of hair before grabbing everything she needed for the day. she tossed each item into her handbag, only stopping to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. she knew herself well enough not to skip that part.

wallet? check. makeup bag? check. sunglasses? check. airpods? check. hand sanitizer? check.

a small smile tugged at her lips. “all set!” she says, zipping her bag shut.

and almost as if on cue, her phone buzzed in her hand. she glanced at the screen and saw yeonjun’s name pop up, with a text saying: “the driver’s there.”

daniela hurried out of her apartment after she read the message, nearly jogging down the hallway before squeezing into the elevator. the moment the elevator doors opened to the lobby, she was practically sprinting her way out to the exit.

her eyes immediately spotted the sleek black sedan parked neatly along the curb, its plate number matching the one yeonjun had sent earlier. daniela squinted her eyes when she saw a figure leaning against the passenger’s side door, arms crossed above their chest, their eyes staring straight at hers.

yeonjun.

“didn’t know you were going to a fashion show, ms. avanzini.” he teased out loud, letting his gaze briefly trail over her outfit before meeting her eyes again.

one of daniela’s brows lifted. “didn’t know you picked up a part-time job as a chauffeur.”

a grin spread across yeonjun’s face as he opened the passenger door for her with an exaggerated flourish. “i can be full of surprises.”

daniela laughed softly before climbing inside, the door gently closing beside her.

yeonjun walked around the car and settled into the driver’s seat. he started the engine, glancing at daniela as he buckled his seatbelt. “you ready?”

she nodded. and with that, he pulled away from the curb. soft r&b ran through the speakers, filling the uneasy silence inside the car.

daniela reached for her phone, unlocking it out of habit before immediately opening twitter. she figured she still had enough time to send you a quick message. her thumbs barely hovered above the keyboard before the screen suddenly went black.

“seriously?” she pressed the power button at least three times, but it was no use. her phone had died on her. groaning under her breath, she quickly unzipped her handbag and rummaged through it, hoping she somehow brought her power bank. she did not.

yeonjun noticed her frantic movements from the corner of his eye, causing him to spare her a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road. “is something wrong?”

daniela looked over at him before offering a small, apologetic smile. “i forgot my charger.”

“check the glove compartment,” he suggested, nodding toward the dashboard. “there might be one in there.”

daniela opened it and searched through the cables tucked inside, but the only charger she found had a connector that didn’t match her phone.

“why are you so worried? you can charge it once we get to the set.” yeonjun asked lightly. 

daniela stared down at the phone resting in her hands, eyebrows furrowed in frustration and worry. she sighs softly before answering, “i was supposed to go on a date today, like, in two hours.”

yeonjun’s expression shifted ever so slightly.

“then you texted me about today’s shoot, and i completely forgot.” daniela added quietly as she let out another breath, guilt beginning to settle heavily in her chest. “she’s probably waiting for my messages.”

yeonjun sighed in response. “i’m really sorry, daniela. i had no idea.”

she simply just nodded, absentmindedly rubbing her thumb over the blank screen. daniela just hoped you wouldn’t think she stood you up.

—

before leaving the apartment complex, you sent daniela a couple of messages, letting her know you were already on your way.

halfway through the drive, your mustang rolled past a small flower shop tucked along the corner of a familiar street. the sight alone was enough to make you smile. without a second thought, you pulled over.

the little brass bell above the door chimed as you stepped inside. immediately, the scent of freshly cut flowers wrapped around you, bringing with it a strange sense of comfort. it had been a while since you were last here, but somehow nothing had changed. the shop remained exactly as you remembered. 

the wooden shelves were still lined with rows upon rows of colorful blooms. you look around as soft music from the 1980s played through the speakers, giving you that familiar sense of comfort it gave you back then. the shop still felt like home, even after years.

“mrs. yu!”

the elderly woman looked up from the bouquet she had been wrapping, only for her eyes to widen in surprise. “y/n, dear!”

she rounded the counter without hesitation and pulled you into a hug. you laughed, wrapping your arms around her just as tightly. “it’s so good to see you again,” she said as she pulled away, gently patting your arm. “i was beginning to think you forgot about us.”

you scratched the back of your neck, smiling sheepishly. “i know, mrs. yu, i’m really sorry. life’s just been keeping me busy.”

“busy?” she repeats, one brow lifting. “or did you simply run out of reasons to buy flowers?”

you let out an amused scoff, “that was years ago!”

mrs. yu laughed at your reaction before folding her arms across her chest. “so, what brings you here today?”

“i need a bouquet.” you rubbed the back of your neck once more, feeling the faintest warmth creep onto your cheeks. 

“for?” mrs. yu asked, her lips turning into a knowing smile. 

“for a date.” you sheepishly admit, making a faint warmth creep onto your cheeks. the smile on mrs. yu’s face somehow grew even wider. “it’s our first, so i want to make a good impression.” you added.

“well go ahead, dear. pick whichever ones you like.” mrs. yu says, motioning toward the rows of flowers behind the counter. you thanked her before stepping through the little gate separating the counter from the display. 

you were now surrounded by buckets overflowing with flowers, the fresh aroma of nature seeping into your nostrils. after taking your time staring at the countless flowers right in front of you, you realized that you had absolutely no idea what looked good together. so you pulled out your phone and snapped a few pictures before sending them to the group chat like you promised.

your phone practically exploded with notifications. everyone suddenly became self-proclaimed flower experts, the three girls insisting their combination was the best. you couldn’t help but laugh as you skimmed through the flood of messages before ultimately settling on a mix they had all somehow agreed on.

you smiled to yourself before locking your phone and slipping it back into your pocket. after carefully picking out a few stems of each flower your friends agreed on, you handed them over to karina.

“thanks, rina.”

“of course.” she smiled before immediately getting to work, skillfully arranging each flower with practiced hands. you had watched her make bouquets countless times growing up, yet somehow she still managed to make it look effortless. the thought made you smile.

you missed this place more than you admit. and you definitely missed the people here more.

while karina worked on your custom bouquet, you walked back toward the register and paid mrs. yu in cash. “your date’s a lucky girl,” she commented as she counted the bills.

“although, i always thought it should’ve been karina.” mrs. yu continued, glancing toward her daughter with a mischievous smile.

“mom!” karina groaned from across the room while you laughed.

you couldn’t help but laugh. “mrs. yu, karina, clearly, very obviously has a boyfriend on the low.”

karina’s cheeks immediately turned pink. “i do not!”

“your face literally says otherwise.” you tease, earning a playful eye roll from the woman. the three of you continued laughing softly, the familiar kind of melody that made it feel like no time had passed by at all.

“what’s with all the noise?” another familiar voice joined in. you turned around just in time to see mr. yu stepping inside through the back door. “mr. yu!”

the older man smiled the second he saw you, walking over without hesitation before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a hug. “there’s my favorite troublemaker.”

before you could say another word, he pulled you into one of his signature hugs, ruffling your hair the way he always used to, earning an exaggerated groan from you. “how have you been, kid? thought you forgot all about us.” 

“i would never.” you say as you pull away, fixing your now hopelessly messy hair that you spent hours on, while mr. yu’s eyes wandered toward the bouquet karina had just finished wrapping. “ah! going on a date?” he asks in a teasing tone, gently nudging the side of your rib. 

“yeah, that’s the plan.”

he looked between you and karina before grinning. “careful. you might make this one jealous.”

“dad!” karina walked over and lightly smacked his arm before handing you the finished bouquet. “ignore him.” karina deadpanned, looking back at her father with her annoyed, piercing eyes.

(you can skip this part)

you’ve gotten close to the yu’s because your family’s old house were right next to them. their backyard had practically become your second home growing up. you’d often sneak through the fence just to spend the afternoon with karina, and somehow you always end up staying until dinner because mrs. yu refused to let you leave hungry.

the truth is, the yu family was never just neighbours. they had simply become something much more than that since your parents were almost never home when you were growing up. work always came first, and by the time they returned from another business trip, they were too exhausted to spend much time with you. the yu family filled the spaces your own parents couldn’t.

things naturally changed after college. you moved into your own apartment, work slowly took over your life, and visits became fewer with every passing year. mrs. yu still called every so often to check in, but hearing their voices over the phone didn’t hit quite the same as spending time with them in person.

“thank you, rina.” you say, smiling as you turned your gaze back to the older couple. mr. yu’s expression softened as your eyes met his. “it’s really good seeing you again, kiddo.”

“i’ll come by more often, for real this time.” you promised.

“we’re holding you to that.” mr. yu says. before anyone could get too sentimental, karina clapped her hands together. “alright,” she interrupted, “that’s enough before mom starts crying.”

“i’m not crying!” mrs. yu protested, causing another round of soft laughter to fill the little shop. “yet,” karina corrected.

“well, i should get going. my date’s probably waiting.” you said reluctantly, the bouquet carefully cradled in your arms.

“take care, y/n.” mrs. yu called after you as you made your way toward the door. “drive safely!” mr. yu added, earning a thumbs up from you. and karina simply just waved.

“i’ll see you all again soon, i promise.”

the little bell chimed once more as you stepped outside.

after placing the bouquet carefully on the passenger seat, you climbed into your mustang and started the engine. with one last glance toward the flower shop, you pulled away from the curb and disappeared into the streets of los angeles.

—

after a long drive to daniela’s place, you finally pulled up in front of her building. it was a cozy apartment complex that looked far more expensive than anywhere you’d seen back in new york. judging by the exterior alone, you figured rent had to be somewhere around $4,000 a month. your eyebrows lifted slightly as you took in the sight before you.

you eased your mustang over to the side of the road, parking just outside the building. after gently pressing on the brake, you shifted the gear into park and pulled the handbrake. you reached for your phone resting inside the cupholder, immediately opening twitter to send daniela another message.

she still hasn’t replied to any of your messages.

it has been at least thirty minutes since you sent that text. your palms had long begun to sweat, making you wipe them against your jeans before wrapping your hands around the steering wheel once more. your fingers tapped absentmindedly against the leather, hoping the repetitive motion would somehow settle the nerves slowly building inside your chest.

what if this was some kind of set-up? what if she stood you up? what if something happened?

you swallowed, convincing yourself not to jump to conclusions just yet. maybe she was still getting ready or she simply forgot to check her phone. so you decided to give her a few more minutes. your eyes kept on drifting back to the screen every now and then, silently hoping to see a notification appear. but there was still nothing.

you open the conversation just to see that your messages hadn’t even been opened. so with a quiet sigh, you sent one last message before setting your phone back down. 

you reconnected your phone to the car’s speakers, scrolling until one of the songs from justin bieber’s newest album began to play. the soft music filled the silence as you pulled away from the curb, still holding onto the hope that daniela would reply before the night was over.

“i should’ve known better.” you mumbled to yourself, your heart sinking a little more with every passing second.

the traffic light ahead turned red. your thoughts, however, were somewhere else entirely.

they lingered on the unanswered messages sitting in your dms. on the bouquet resting in the passenger seat. on the excitement you’d been carrying all day, only for it to slowly unravel before your eyes. “god, i feel so pathetic.” you sighed, rubbing a hand down your face.

frustration got the better of you. so you leaned forward, lightly knocking your forehead against the steering wheel. causing your car to honk loud and long, which startled you enough to snap your head back up.

through the windshield, you noticed the driver of the car in front of you leaning halfway out of her window. she looked to be somewhere in her early fifties, one eyebrow raised as she stared at you with equal parts concern and confusion. heat rushed to your face. 

you awkwardly lifted a hand in apology, but before you could even think about rolling your window down to apologize properly, the music abruptly cut off. then, the familiar, annoying iphone ringtone echoed through the speakers.

“what the—” you glanced at the dashboard.

james calling...

you accepted the call through the touchscreen. before you even had the chance to say hello, the frantic voice of your best friend filled the car.

“y/n, please tell me you’re not doing anything right now.”

your brows furrowed in worry, “i’m on my way home. why? is everything okay?”

“please come pick me up. right now. i’m at my apartment.” james hurriedly spoke, making you raise an eyebrow. “who the fuck are you running from?”

“just pick me up!” james whined. “please.”

“look,” he continued desperately, “i’ll buy you in-n-out after. you can order whatever you want, just pick me up and do me a favor.”

you stayed silent, but his pleas cut through. “please, dude.”

“i’m on my way.” you say as you stepped on the gas when the traffic light finally turned green, your mustang roaring as it sped through the streets of los angeles.

james let out the loudest sigh of relief. “thank you. i owe you one.”

a brief pause. then, “love you, bro.”

“i love me too.” you snarked with a hint of sass, ending the call without waiting for his response.

less than ten minutes later, james came sprinting toward your car like his life depended on it. the second he climbed into the passenger seat, he shoved his phone inches away from your face.

“drive me here, please.”

you glanced at the address before looking at him. “can you at least give me literally any context?”

as james opened his mouth, you immediately pressed a finger against his lips. “and please, quit saying ‘please.’”

he rolled his eyes before gently pushing your hand away. “yeonjun forgot his jacket at my place,” he explained in one breath. “he’s shooting his music video today, and apparently he needs this specific jacket. he said he would give me five hundred bucks if i brought it in under thirty minutes.”

“you lost me at yeonjun,” you deadpanned. “get out.”

“what?!” james stared at you in horror.

“y/n—”

you couldn’t hold the joke any longer. “i’m just kidding, dumbass.” you shifted gears before pressing down on the accelerator. “put the address on the gps.”

james quickly typed it into the built-in screen. it was only ten minutes away. james excitedly clapped his hands together realizing he could make it in time. 

“wait,” he paused while fastening his seatbelt. “aren’t you supposed to be on a date right now?”

you didn’t answer, making him slowly turn towards you.

another beat of silence.

“oh, you ditched her for me?” james gasped dramatically at the (dumb) realization. “bro, i knew it. you love me a lot!”

you shot him a flat look. “don’t flatter yourself, i told you i was on the way home.”

“then what happened? how did it go?” he asked as you kept your eyes on the road, your grip on the steering wheel tightening ever so slightly at the thought. “she didn’t show up.”

your answer made james nearly choke on his own saliva.

“what? how dare sh—” without taking your eyes off the road, you reached over and pressed your hand against his mouth. “shut up, maybe something came up.” 

he mumbled a string of muffled protests against your palm until you finally let him go. james immediately took an exaggerated breath, only for you to cut him off before he could finish what he was about to say. “you bitc—”

“remember who’s doing you a favor right now, yufan.” he pursed his lips, deciding it was probably best to keep quiet. but the silence only lasted a few seconds.

“wait, isn’t she the girl starring in yeonjun’s music video?” james suddenly said, turning to look at you.

“yeah. what about it?” 

then it clicked. at least to james.

“fuck,” james leaned back against his seat with a groan. “that bastard.”

you spared him a brief glance before returning your attention to the road. “what are you on about now?”

“yeonjun was supposed to shoot tomorrow,” he explained. “i’m pretty sure he moved it to today after finding out you were taking her out.”

you fell quiet for a moment, letting the possibility sink in.

“well, even if that’s the case, she still should’ve messaged me.” you shut down his theory, the disappointment in your voice impossible to miss.

“you know, she never replied.” you sighed, reaching into the cupholder and handed your phone over to james.

“what am i supposed to do with this?” he questioned as you took it back, unlocked it with face id, then placed it in his hand again. “open my twitter dms.”

it took him a good minute to find the conversation. the second he did, his expression changed completely.

“holy shit.”

his thumb slowly scrolled through the chat. message after message. every single one left unread. he lowered the phone before looking over at you. “she’s an asshole.”

you let out a quiet sigh. “i don’t know. i don’t want to jump to conclusions yet. maybe something really happened.”

“bro, you’ve seriously got to stop giving people the benefit of the doubt. look at what happened with yeonjun, he’s practically stealing your girl now.” james shook his head, adjusting the jacket resting on his lap. “she’s not my girl, james.” 

“yet,” he corrected almost immediately. “she’s not your girl yet.” 

another sigh escaped him. “but if she really did this on purpose, then that’s seriously fucked up. you better have everybody reporting her stan account.”

“i even bought her flowers.” you say, you glanced toward the bouquet resting on the backseat for a second. james followed your gaze, his shoulders dropping a little.

“you deserve better, twin.” he reached over to pat your shoulder, only for you to swat his hand away. “alright yufan, don’t get too corny now.” 

“hey, i’m serious!”

the conversation faded after that, leaving only the quiet hum of the engine and the music playing softly through the speakers. neither of you spoke for a couple of minutes until another thought crossed your mind.

“do you think she ghosted me because i’m a twice fan?”

james looked over at you before shaking his head. “no.”

“you think so?”

“yeah man. she agreed to go out with you knowing you’re a once and that you absolutely hate blackpink with a passion. i seriously doubt that’s the reason.” you nodded absentmindedly at his words, though the thought refused to leave your head.

“but what if she was just messing with me?” it was a pointless question. james didn’t even know daniela personally. if anything, you probably should’ve talked to megan instead.

“then she’s an asshole,” he replied without hesitation before pinching the bridge of his nose. “but i’ve got a feeling this whole thing was planned.”

he stared out the window for a moment before speaking again. “and i’ve got an even bigger feeling your girl’s at that set with yeonjun.”

—

surprisingly, los angeles traffic decided to be merciful that afternoon.

in less than ten minutes, you had already arrived at the location james had pinned on the gps. admittedly, the short travel time had less to do with the roads being clear and more to do with the way you drove. if anyone had been keeping score, they probably would’ve mistaken you for an f1 driver with the way your mustang sped through the streets.

“you sure this is the right place?” you said as you looked up at the building in front of you, your eyebrows knitted together as you took in the sight. it looked less like the set of a music video and more like the kind of abandoned warehouse where crime bosses gathered to make shady multi-million deals. the row of black vans and luxury suvs parked outside certainly didn’t make it look any less suspicious.

before you even had the chance to pull up the handbrake, james had already thrown the passenger door open. “stay here, this will only take five minutes.” the door shut behind him before you could even answer. you watched him disappear through the warehouse entrance, then leaned back against your seat with a quiet sigh. 

as chaotic as james could be, his company had been enough to keep your mind from spiraling. the entire drive over, he unknowingly distracted you from the disappointment you had been carrying after leaving daniela’s apartment. he was the type of people who were fun to be with naturally, which caused you to almost forget about the unread messages sitting on your phone. almost.

with nothing else to do, you settled in to wait. you changed the playlist and let one of dijon’s albums play quietly through the car. the mellow music filled the silence while you absentmindedly drummed your fingers against the steering wheel, occasionally glancing toward the warehouse entrance.

tv blues had just reached the chorus when your phone suddenly rang through the speakers.

james calling.

you answered almost immediately.

“dude,” james whispered, his voice barely audible over the noise in the background. “your girl is here.”

your heart skipped at his words. daniela’s there?

before you even had the chance to respond, he continued. “she looks worried. i can tell something’s bothering her. i knew this whole thing was a set-up!” you sat there for a second, staring at the screen displaying his name and goofy profile picture while processing what he just said. 

“okay, i’m coming in.”

you ended the call before he could say anything else.

after carefully grabbing the flowers, you stepped out of the car and locked it behind you. the bouquet rested comfortably in your hands as you made your way toward the warehouse, your footsteps echoing softly against the pavement.

the moment you stepped inside, you were relieved to find several security guards stationed near the entrance instead of whatever your imagination had cooked up moments earlier. they immediately straightened at the sight of you.

“what brings you here, ma’am?” one of them asked politely as you offered them a small nod. 

“i’m here for yeonjun. he’s a friend of mine.” you gestured behind you, “our other friend came in a few minutes ago too.” 

the guards exchanged a brief glance. “what is the purpose of your visit?”

you lifted the bouquet slightly. “i’m here to give these to my—” date? crush? stan twitter enemy? you hesitated to continue as the words caught in your throat. 

“uh, to the actress starring in the music video.” your answer caused another glance to pass between the two guards before one of them unhooked the black velvet rope.

“thank you.” you dipped your head politely before walking farther inside.

the warehouse opened into a sprawling soundstage buzzing with activity. camera operators adjusted their equipment while crew members hurried from one corner of the set to another with headsets resting around their necks.

bright studio lights illuminated a small streetside set dressed to resemble a quiet thai neighborhood at night, complete with a tiny food stall glowing beneath warm red lights and a handful of tables scattered nearby.

farther into the studio sat another elaborate set built to resemble a cozy apartment, its walls framed beneath towering led panels that cast the room in a soft evening glow. from a distance, it looked convincing enough to forget you were standing inside a warehouse.

“bro, there you are!” you turned just in time to see james jogging toward you. “i saw your girl head over there,” he said, pointing to a dressing room with its door left slightly ajar. 

“you should probably go now before yeonjun decides to butt in again.” he flashed you a grin before disappearing back into the maze of crew members, leaving you standing there with nothing but a bouquet in your hands and your heart suddenly beating much faster than before.

you nervously walk towards the room james pointed to, pressing light knocks on the door before pushing it open.

as the door opened, you were met by a few stylists. you expected to see daniela sitting in one of the chairs in front of the vanity, but she was absolutely nowhere to be seen.

“yes? can i help you?” one of the stylists looked up from the vanity the moment you stepped inside. her eyes wandered from your face to the bouquet resting in your hands, and soon enough, every stylist had stopped what they were doing just to look at you.

“uh, i was told daniela was here.” you scratched the back of your neck, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious under all the attention. and before any of them could answer, the bathroom door behind them swung open.

and there she was. daniela avanzini, in all her glory.

the woman standing a few feet away from you was the same woman you had spent days arguing with over the dumbest things on stan twitter. the same woman you shamelessly thirsted over while going through her media posts.

her hazel eyes immediately found yours as if it was on instinct. and when she saw you, she froze in her tracks. for a brief moment, neither of you said anything. both of you simply just stared.

this was the first time you had ever seen each other in person, and somehow, every photo you had seen of her online had failed to justify how beautiful she actually was. maybe it was the soft lighting in the room, or maybe it was the way her makeup had been done, but she looked absolutely breathtaking.

“so,” one of the stylists finally spoke up, glancing between the two of you with an amused smile. “are you both just gonna stand there or do we have to push you together ourselves?”

the room erupted into laughter, effectively snapping the both of you out of whatever trance you’d been stuck in.

“y/n,” before you could even react, daniela hurried over and wrapped her arms around your neck. your entire body stiffened under her touch.

“i’m so sorry. i was so worried, thank god you’re here.” she said quietly while pulling away, the relief on her face unmistakable. you couldn’t help but smile. 

“it’s okay.” was the only thing you could let out. so you held the bouquet out to her instead.

“these are for you.”

daniela’s eyes softened almost instantly as she accepted the flowers. she brought them close enough to catch their scent before looking back at you with a smile that somehow managed to calm every anxious thought you’d been thinking about all afternoon.

“this is so sweet. thank you, y/n.”

but before you could even say “you’re welcome,” she was already apologizing again.

“y/n, i’m so sorry. yeonjun told me they moved the filming to today, and before i knew it, he was already picking me up. everything happened so quickly that i didn’t even get the chance to text you. then, when i finally tried to, my phone had already died.” 

“it’s okay, i understand.” you reply as she looked at you almost cautiously. “wait, how did you even know i was here?”

you let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “yeonjun’s a friend of mine. james dragged me here.” you smiled reassuringly. “and relax, dani. it’s okay. i figured something must’ve come up.”

she sighs in relief at your response, her shoulders noticeably relaxing. “i seriously thought you were gonna think i stood you up.”

“well, i almost did.” you admitted with a sheepish smile, earning an uneasy laugh from her.

“god, i’m so sorry—”

“hey,” you gently cut her off. “it’s okay. you told me everything i needed to know.”

“so,” one of the stylists chimed in again, “where’s the apology kiss?”

you and daniela turned toward her at the exact same time, making the entire room burst into laughter once more.

“you two are ridiculously cute,” another stylist teased. “i swear i feel like i’m watching the main couple in a rom-com.”

“oh, actually we’re not—” before you could finish what you were saying, the dressing room door suddenly opened.

“ms. avanzini, are you ready for the nex—” the director stopped speaking the moment he noticed you standing there. his gaze shifted between you and daniela (and the bouquet cradled on daniela’s arm) before an amused smile spread across his face. “sorry to interrupt, but we need your girlfriend on set.”

you simply blinked at his words, and so did daniela.

the director walked away as if he hadn’t just casually dropped those words, leaving you standing there wondering if everyone in the building had somehow collectively decided the two of you were already dating.

daniela nudged your arm, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“i’ll see you later? you still owe me that dinner.” she says as she carefully sets the bouquet down on the couch before looking back at you.

“i have to go, bye girlfriend!”

the last two words from her hit you like a speeding bullet train. you were almost certain your heart had stopped beating for a second.

before you could even think of a witty response, she had already disappeared out the door, leaving you frozen in the middle of the room while every stylist watched your reaction with (poorly) hidden amusement.

you haven’t even recovered when the door swung open. 

“tell me why i just walked past your girl smiling like she won the lottery.” james said, looking between you and the hallway.  

“what the hell happened here?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at you in a teasing manner. 

“i don’t even know.”

notes: barely proof read so i apologize for the errors i missed! took me a while to write this omg i hope u guys r readdyyy 👀

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