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Seolhyun looked up and over at the male with a smile before looking back down at her shoes, turning her foot to get a better look at them. “Ah, thank you! My agency gave them to me as a gift for working over night for a photo shoot.” The female smiled, thanking the barista as she grabbed her iced coffee and stepped out of the way for the next person in line. “They are nice, aren’t they? I haven’t been able to take them off.”

『 ✝ 』     HIS SMILE BRIGHTENS; the unconscious compliment creating a warmth in his chest that concocts of both pride and honor - his head drops in a bowlike motion for just a moment, before he realizes that she doesn’t know he’s the one responsible for her glamourous footwear - the one that not only designed with graphite the  FIRST SKETCHES  of what would become the shoe, but also crafted the first prototypes and saw through the production of the end result. oh, how his smile grows - he finds himself enjoying the fact that she doesn’t know the collection beneath that famous  CHANEL MONOGRAM  is of his own accomplishment. he’ll tell her - just not right now. 

                 ❛  mmhmm, i love them.  ❜  he agrees, tongue tracing thoughtlessly over his lower lip as he swipes his black card and discretely enters the pin, head bowing yet again, though far firmer, as his order finally reaches him.  ❛  an agency, you say? so you’re a model? shoulda known, a pretty woman like you.  ❜  he laughs,  ❛  looks like our love for those shoes ain’t the only thing we’ve got in common.  ❜

Lips were blushed, gently swollen from the amount of vodka she’d drunk straight that night; lashes low on cat-eyes, her body sidling along the surging crowds packed between the club’s pounding walls. She’d lost her friends some time ago, but Jessica was a true creature of the city and wherever there was music and a crowd, she would find a new soul to spill her fun with. The escort was making her way towards the bathrooms, needing a moment to fix her lipstick before heading back onto the dancefloor.

As usual, it was packed in the ladies, bodies shimmering in glitter and sweat passing each other by - figure hugging dresses in every corner, the sounds of heel’s clicking off polished tiles. She managed to find a cubicle door opening just as she arrived, and figured, the moment alone in the bathroom stall would give her peace to apply the red back to her mouth. Only--- another figure slipped in with her, (not unheard of, girls always share stalls on nights out), but it wasn’t one of her friends as most she saw. Jessica turns when the door is locked by the other, brow cocking on her forehead.

💝: What would my muse consider a “perfect gift”?

Wow, what good question… Max doesn’t make a habit of asking for things he wants because of his stubborn humility. He could be next to death and still not ask for help; idiot. So, for him to even desire a gift is rare. 

Though he does craves human connection so much but is too ignorant to ask, so I suppose a perfect gift would be someone wanting him, not sexually, just in any fashion really. 

What he also doesn’t realize is that to get someone to desire your company, you first have to show them it’s worth desiring. So he has a lot of work ahead of him.