𓈒𓏸 bistro ༄.°

@✧˚ h. momo A very clear sky during this time of year was something very unexpected for someone like Xiaotong who had been praying for, especially when she liked to take pictures under the sunny sky. But she couldn’t do that because she had something else she needed to do, to meet someone at the cafe about a photoshoot that they had been planning. The other party was a first-time customer that she just met the other day in the town chat.

They decided to meet at the cafe that was right around the corner from Xiaoting’s studio, that just made her job a lot easier because she still has some order that she needed to finish. Xiaoting packed two of her favorite cameras as she headed out of the door, closing her studio for the time being and putting on a small flyer that wrote’ closing for lunch, be back in the afternoon’ Putting the flyer on her front door as she leaves the studio as she walked toward the cafe, searching for the face of Momo before she entered the cafe. This is the place she had been visiting ever since she opened her own studio that was only few minutes of walk from her studio.

She came here just a bit early so she could find the best seat for both, finally noticed a small empty table that was just enough for two of them to discuss and chat about the photoshoot. The waiter asked if she had anything, she looked up and smiled at the waiter that asked the question. Not yet, I’m just waiting for my friend to arrive. That way we can both order at the same time. Xiaoting smiled softly at the waiter as she handed back the menu as she pulled out her phone, checking for emails and making sure that no one was outside of her studio. Peeking at the door occasionally as she looks at her phone, she usually just spends her time here all by herself. So, she was happy when Momo wanted to join her for lunch and talk about what kind concept she wants for the photoshoot.

@✧˚ p. sunghoon [] the fit is in the vid I sent ><

after shooting sunghoon the last text, she knew that he would've picked her up at the university in a matter of minutes. that's how it always goes with him - they would meet up -him mostly picking her up, sometimes on occasion and she felt gracious enough, she would be the one making him her passenger princess. the thought made a little rise of her lips quirked up as she finally glanced across from her, eyeing the enigmatic male right next to her. her ride or die - as the sun was setting, beautiful rays of light cascaded over billows of porcelain skin - brushing down the expanse of a pointed but pretty nose and rosy, plump, oh so kissable lips.

ning was no fool - she could see how gorgeous her best friend is, she was grateful to have met this one of a kind guy in a troublesome time during her life. he was there for her through thick and thin - they met under circumstances back in china when sunghoon was placed in her school for special programs, his controlling parents wanted him to do. she never liked the fact that they tried to control everything the male did - but who was she to say a thing? then when he kept coming back - visits after visit, she was a bit happy to say the least that things worked out in the end. because here she is now with the male, a friendship formed like no other, a bond that cannot - will not be broken.

her eyes skimmed over him once more before flickering over to the side, her lips wrapped around the edge of her vape- churning it as she drags in slow and deep, allowing the weed and essence to cascade down , spreading through her chest and lungs as she blows out a little bit through her parted lips and nostrils. her head turned as she did this - not wanting to hinder the male driving as they finally approach the bistro down town of haepunng - a quaint, little town that they both end up residing in, thankfully. she was immensely grateful to sunghoon for getting her out of china - and bringing her to Korea with him - paying her hotel fees until she could've gotten her own place. never once asking back for anything in return - but her friendship, company and just what they have. it was nice, surreal - and with ning being who she is - she always managed to show the younger male a more innocent, softer version of her rugged self.

"so, did you ever visit here without me?" the woman asked, a brow quirked up as she glared at him half-heartedly, testing him to say yes and if he did, she would've probably tear him a new one. since they were planning on visiting here together. her eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief as if daring him as her head tips to the side, curls bobbing and flicking to and fro in the wind - the waves of her onyx strands cascading oh so prettily over her slim shoulders. "hm? did you bring your pretty models here?" she taunts and sticks her tongue out at the male, before smacking his thigh once and getting out of the vehicle, her vape in hand, bag hanging loosely on her shoulder as the wind blows over her. her skirt ruffling in the breeze and strands of hair flapping to and fro as she waits for the boy to walk in with her.

@✧˚ m. sana One day as Song Kang and his best friend, who is the manager of Above Modeling Agency, were walking on the street, they saw her. There she was standing on the other side of the busy road and the crowd of people could not overshadow how gorgeous she was. Light falling on her straight, shiny, long hair, and the ladylike posture that seemed to awake slumbering spirits, she could freeze the world or at least, slow it down. Song Kang lightly elbowed his friend, "Go on, approach her. Pass her one of our cards."

He was not shocked when the manager laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “I was already ahead of you, Kang,” whipping out his cellphone and showing their messages. "Actually I didn’t just give her a card, I handed her a contract." Song Kang knew he could trust his close friend to know what he wants, they had shared the same vision for the company and the type of talent they sought. It was a partnership built on mutual understanding and years of experience, where a single glance or word was often enough to communicate.

Song Kang smiled, his interest piqued. It was just like his friend to read his thoughts and be a step ahead of him, "Oh? You already met with her?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

The manager nodded. "A few days ago. She has that look, you know? The kind that you are drawn to for attention and the kind that keeps your attention. She appeared to show interest, however, she did not look very much persuaded. She said she would like to go home with the contract and think it over.”

Kang was still lingering over this conversation when the telephone rang a few days later. He answered, and a soft yet assured voice greeted him, “Hello, this is Sana,” the woman started just as calmly, “I'd like to meet with you in person, if you have the time, Mr Kang.”

A direct, no beating around the bush, request to see the CEO. Amidst all the circumstances, one could rarely meet a person who had shown such boldness, and he appreciated her nerves. “Alright,” he replied after a brief moment. "Let's meet for a cup of coffee.”

Now, as he parked his car at the side of the road opposite the bistro, he saw her at once. She was seated idly at the window, looking outside the window when she felt the soft glow of light from the window sill. She was calm, waiting, the kind of girl he saw in his friend and described as being so confident.

After taking a look at his own reflection on the car glass, Song Kang entered the bistro and pushed open the cafe door, and the sounds of the city fading out as the door shuts. He walked towards her table with firm strides on the tiled floor.

"Sana-ssi?" He said finally greeting her with a tone of curiosity in his voice while standing in front of her.

'eats everything and everyone at the bistro
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