❝ stylenada

@Yoona Minhee was feeling flustered, harried, and very, /very/ annoyed. “Get off your ing and go get the model her damn clothes!” She snarled at the offending intern, whom she very much wanted to drop kick to Pluto. Taking a deep breath, she resisted the urge to crush her coffee cup. Photo shoot days were always hectic and it was even worse when a new batch of interns came in who had not learned to respect the head editor in the oversized, thug-looking tee shirt and graphic pants. Bending down to tie her black Converse, she pulled on the strings just a little bit tighter than she meant to and had to stifle a yelp of pain. Ugh, today was not a good day. It was supposed to be; Yoona was coming. Her way too touchy-feely and slightly annoying, but very sweet artist friend was coming to take pictures for the next edition of stylenada. And she was going to pay for lunch. Minhee stood up and groaned when she heard another model's ridiculous demands. What was with models these days? Even Minhee didn't ask for things like that back when she modeled full time. Sighing softly, she bustled off to get everything ready, praying that Yoona would come quickly and finish the ing shoot so they could all go out and eat.