jake.
“ pleasures ALL mine, mali. you can just call me jake—cause there’s no short form for my name. “ he lets a chuckle tumble from his lips, hoping that his c h e a p humour can get a laugh out of her. “ um, no. not really. i think i’m just as lost as you are. all i know is i’ve gotta wear a really colourful suit, so that’s pretty fun. i think they’re putting you in a dress. i kinda sneaked a peak at the clothes before you got here—though i didn’t see MUCH. “ jake moves into the seat a few feet away from her, quietly greeting the makeup stylist before turning his attention back to mali—as much as he could without getting yelled at.
• || a soft laugh left the girl’s lips, “ well you never know, your name could be short for jacob. “ she teased, sending him a quick smile before looking forward at the mirror as they started on her hair. “ COLOURFUL ? i don’t know whether i should be excited or afraid.. –– but if it’s a suit and a dress my f i r s t guess is something formal, but i’m not sure about the colourful.” she told him. mali looked over at him whenever she got the chance, “ so how long have you been modelling for? i’ve never seen you around. “















