🏛️　↳ mayor cho's office

@altair song The shock was an understatement. Has she ever met a person so forward and captivating before? Absolutely not. Especially in the world of the elites, old money and the filthy rich – where she was used to being approached with respect, dignity, poise and stoicism. If you met a businessman, it was a handshake. If you met another elite, it was a brief, stiff and wordless nod in greeting. As he held her hand, his lips pressed against her knuckles, electricity shot up her arm causing her eyes to flutter softly.

“I…” she breathes.

“Well, I don’t know about ethereal…” her voice trails off.

Altair. Altair. Al-tair. It’s a name she’s never heard of, and she’s travelled far and wide in her younger years. Miyeon eyes him for a quiet moment, her naturally rosy cheeks brightening a bit. She was starting to get the idea and feeling that he was buttering her up for something. While she did sign the permits quite quickly, she had a sense that he was going to ask something a little more from her.

Or maybe she was wrong.

Reading too deeply into people’s intentions was something that was instilled within her by her father. A tactic she struggled to let go of since she had been cast out by her own parents. Miyeon hadn’t been in the presence of old money in a long while and she was still having trouble getting used to that.

“No, no. It’s not too much. You’re very sweet and this bouquet is very thoughtful of you, truly. Thank you.” She says carefully as she turns at the waist to carefully place the bundle of vibrant flowers on her messy desk.

There’s a silence that looms over them. It’s becoming awkward and she could feel it. It wasn’t his fault, not in the slightest. She just had a tough time trusting people.

“I supposed you need something. Another permit of some sort?” she asks reluctantly, moving slowly to lean back against her desk, her hands gripping the edge. For a moment, her eyes roams over his form, taking in the tattoos that peeked from his clothing. An eyebrow slightly quirks up with subtle interest. Then, her eyes falls upon his upturned lips. How was his smile so utterly bright? She had never seen someone smile so brightly like that before. The people she met in her life were always so tightly lipped and pursed.
Miyeon let her eyes trail a little further down and she hadn’t meant to because when she realized she was staring at his hips area, her eyes shoots back up and looked away, swallowing dryly. If she had done this at one of those echelon banquets, her mother would’ve beelined towards her and pinch the underside of her arm sharply – only to snarl into her ear at how improper and unladylike it was for her to do that. Just the thought of it makes her shudder and her arm ache with a phantom sting.

Pushing herself off the desk, she walks around to open the drawer and pulls out a few blank permits.

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@cho miyeon there has always been something intriguing in seeing a confident person flustered, and this was no different - though, even after thirty-four years of an existence some people called "charming", altair still was not used to him being the reason for stuttered out words and flushed cheeks. perhaps that was why he could not help the fact that his own soft laughter sounded almost bashful bouncing off of the walls of the cozy office, so obviously giving him away, making it obvious that the pretty woman facing him was not the only one affected.

still, he pushed through, stepped closer - though not close enough to me uncomfortable. his gaze fell to the golden ribbon, the sight of it brushing delicate fingers drawing a low, pleased hum from somewhere deep within his chest. "mmh. blessed by the god of the sun himself," he started, quiet, almost conspiratory, the words curling around an amused voice. "...if you believe in such things, that is. otherwise it is merely a pretty trinket of mine i decided to add. i know, this might not exactly be the customary thing t'do, but... well, i was expectin' the whole set up process to take a few months. had the number of a lawyer on speed dial, were i to have too many problems regardin' the studio. feels only polite t'say thank you, this really is just a small way to do so."

for a moment, he simply eyed the offered hand, allowing his gaze to take in the fingers - delicate, manicured, the kind of hand that made you want to take over all the hard work, just so it could remain perfectly unblemished. he was helpless to his instinct of taking it with the utmost gentleness, turning it over in his palm in a way the allowed him to slightly bend at the waist and press a kiss to the knuckles, rather than shake it in a more conventional manner. "miyeon, it is. real' pretty name for a real' ethereal woman," he muttered lightly, grin back on his lips with the full force of the sun once more. "altair, then. it's an honest pleasure to meet you in person. one so very rarely imagines an angel when they think of a town mayor-- sorry, sorry, too much."

slaps a sticky note on mayor cho's office door and skips away with a big fat smile :3

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@altair song "....vineyards are the best place to visit. Next up on Wineport's Greatest Hits, Riptide by Vance Joy..."

As birds chirp just outside the window of her office, Miyeon types away while her eyes shift quickly side to side. The baggage of being Mayor was not for the weak but when she first moved in, the opportunity seemed to have fallen into her lap --- quite literally. While riding the greyhound bus, an abrupt stop caused a middled aged woman to drop the newspaper in her lap. Help wanted blared across the front page of the Wineport Gazette. The last mayor had passed and no one was willing to take up the position.

Miyeon, at that time, had no other prospects. She had just left the big city after realizing that the modeling world was definitely not for her. She had never went to college but she knew the ins and outs of how to handle a business (thanks to her parents)-- and that's simply what got her the position. Day and night, she learned and adapted quickly. Backpiles of untouched permits, plans and paper work. She had so much to catch up on.

Maybe she was in over her head, maybe she was insane. But she wasn't one to quit because eventually, her love for the town grew more than she had ever realized. Miyeon advertised Wineport and it's quaint downtown area. Flaunted it's historic vineyards.

"....Oh lady, running down to the riptide..."

A melodic hum pushed through her lips, her head sways side to side as she kept a fountain pen in between her fingers, signing off contracts and more permits. Upon hearing the click of her door and an unfamiliar voice greeting her, she looked up as her eyes fell upon a man. a rather -- handsome man. so breathtaking it makes her blank out. "Uh...I....my....you..." she stutters before quickly standing, banging her knee against the edge sharply. "Ah, ." she grumbled before an embarrassed blush paints across her entire face.

"Yes, uh. Of course. It's no problem, it's my job after all, mister....Song?" she questioned. As he held out a lucious bouquet of yellow flowers, her heart stopped and her jaw nearly fell off. "I...wow. That's so...kind of you? No one has ever...gone out of there way to do this." she says as she held the bouquet in her hands, inhaling deeply. Flickering her eyes downwards, she catches sight of a golden ribbon holding it all together. A soft chuckle leaves her lips as she looks up at him, "It's such a nice touch -- the ribbon." she says. "Also, please, for the love of all things great, just call me Miyeon." The corner of her lips lift in a charming smile, holding out her hand for him to shake.

@cho miyeon despite not having spoken to the woman in almost fifteen years, the manners his mother has bestowed upon altair never quite faded - always say your please and thank yous, always have a kind word or two on your lips, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. (well, perhaps that last one has not remained as fresh in his memory as the other ones ; he did not exactly believe in empty niceties at this point in his life.)

perhaps said manners was why he has spent almost close to an hour in the flower shop, picking out a bouquet for a woman he has never met. mayor cho miyeon, a name he only knew from the local paper and the countless permits he needed to have signed during the few too short weeks it took him to turn what must have been an ancient little storefront into his shining new studio with a tiny apartment above it to boot. if you were to ask altair, the woman must have been a gift from the gods itself; what with her making his work so easy, supporting an artist as unconvential as he was. he knew half of the changes he made to the building purely for aesthetics did not need to be done and yet every request he has made to the city was approved within a day or two, quick and efficient.

so there he was - dressed in his sundays best, or whatever counted as that within his closet these days, with a bouquet of sunflowers, chrysanthemums and alstroememias of the most vibrant yellow shades in his hand, all of them bound together by a golden ribbon that has spent the previous several nights among the trinkets on his altar. a quick knock on the door and a push of the knob had him stand within the treshold, charming grin resting easily upon his lips, eyes already scanning the room.

"miss cho, i believe?" he asked in lieu of a greeting the moment his eyes settled on a woman behind the desk. the sight was surprising, though not unwelcome - far younger than what he imagined, with delicate features rivaling those of some of the goddess statues that littered his little studio. the word ethereal came to mind, lovely, sweet. it caused his grin to brighten into something more sincere as he stepped further into the room, voice dropping into a warmer drawl. "altair song, what a pleasure t'finally meet ya', miss. came around to thank ya' nice and proper for making my arrival in your pretty little town here so nice and easy," he continued, holding out the flowers with both hands, as was only polite. "here. token of my appreciation. a small one, i fear."

It had been a while since Lucy saw the town mayor, so to say she was concerned was an understatement. Where was security and Miyeon's personal guards who knows, so with worry in hand Lucy slowly picked the lock on the office doors, quietly listening and upon hearing the successful 'click' of the lock being unlocked, Lucy just casually made her way in, silently holding up her badge to the cameras before looking around in amazement, only to make a small sigh as she lays upon Miyeon's desk and silently sobs. "Miss Cho where are you?! I miss you and your presence."