hyojung's never been huge on fashion. it was just one of those things she wasn't passionate about. however, seoul fashion week seemed to be a big deal, and secret garden wasn't about to miss out on an opportunity to bring even more exposure to their artists, so here she was.
she's never been one to mingle, either, which was a pretty terrible trait to have in this industry, but it hasn't hurt her career so far. thus, hyojung decided to hang around toward the edge of the rooftop, holding onto a plate of food she decided to make for herself, hoping that nobody would come up to her and spark up a conversation.
her prayers go half-heard as suji approaches her and hyojung quickly greets her with a half-smile. while she would have preferred to spend the afternoon on her own, suji was much better company than some industry hothead who would've simply latched onto her to brag about themselves.
"hey," she says to acknowledge the other's presence. "enjoy your morning? or afternoon, i guess." with that, she took a look at the watch she had on. "the sandwiches they have out aren't too bad, but i would have expected better coffee."
@ofsujis / marie claire brunch
