“No. You’re not allowed to break up with me.” Key says, matter-of-factly, and without a care at all, as he picks up a piece of cloth that had fallen; a result of Juliette’s mini-tantrum. “You promise you’d help me with all these fashion design thing. That means we’re bound together. For life.” He drawls, placing the piece of cloth back to it’s proper position, his demeanor completely the opposite from the other’s. “Or well– not for life. Just until I learn the basics of fashion design.” He says, with a small shrug.

“And please– no need for that drama. Honestly– all I said was that it’s just plain red-orange.There’s no such thing as blood orange. Orange can’t be blood. Blood can’t be orange. Unless you’re squeezing an actual orange.”

Rolling her eyes Juliette couldn’t help but cross her arms. It was all part of the act, she wasn’t really upset, she just liked joking with the male. A smile soon graced her features as she looked at the cloth, “ I promised I would teach you, but you gonna be ready to get dirty. No crying over spilled sequins” She let out a soft laugh as she pushed her bangs away from her line of sight.