❝ i’ve been waiting for you to show up! ❞ / @hexien
“ Not too long, I hope! I wouldn’t wanna piss you off, you’re the only person I trust with this shit. ” Tomo flashes her a sincere, sympathetic grin and hands her one of the drinks he’d been holding. He’d been running late for other more legitimate reasons but the decision to make a Starbucks stop hadn’t exactly helped. Fortunately, he remembered Eunji’s drink order from previous trips and made sure to buy it for her as an apology for the wait. After all, it wasn’t her fault he needed caffeine in his system if he had any hopes of paying even the slimmest amount of attention.
Eunji’s thing is dresses. That’s what she’s known for. Maybe, that’s what she’s best at. (Tomo doesn’t know, he’s never bothered to ask.) But Tomo likes her taste in general, her style and her signatures. Not for dresses, mind you, but for other things. He’s got an event coming up soon, an award show or a film festival or something else. He’ll make himself remember when the time comes but, until then, all these things start to sort of blend together. It’s nice to look back on the photos, though. If the outfit’s nice enough, Tomo can swipe through galleries on shitty news sites and Twitter fan accounts and think to himself, I’m the hottest bitch stuck wandering around this cinema parking lot.
He flops down on the seat across from her, taking a careless and unmeasured sip of ice cold coffee. It doesn’t matter much to him that it’s the middle of January. His other hand is free, the hastily painted nail of one finger drumming against the surface of the table, a dull tap-tap against the thin varnish veneer. Lacquer meets lacquer. “ Soooo, what have you got for me? ”
