Now this was a new one, in movies or drama flicks Franes had ever watched, not being asked for an award but rather a job had made her lose her shit. Her cackling made everyone stare at the two in their end of the coffee shop. She couldn't stop and what was even more funny, was this guy was totally serious! Oh how she hadn't laughed this hard since her mother had bleached her hair and it had fallen out! Granted it grew back because of her 'Second gender' but this was just-
"Ahahha, ahah, ahhhh, I-I'm sorry, I just" at this point there was no saving her as she leaned on the table in a wheezing fit.
Sion who had just sat there had long put away his phone as she finally started to calm down. Wow how she realised she'd missed laughing? Being a model she'd always had to maintain face- as if realising that people where looking she pulled up the Navi hoodie over her head that Sion had given to her to conceal the noticeable torn chest collar to her shirt.
'Did anyone notice!?' She panicked, if she was here with this guy in this place something could be posted against her on media tabloids! As if sensing her sudden change Sion moved to position himself in front of her rather than in the booth next to her to block people's view.
Sion not caring about her actions simply say there in silence before he spoke again. "I need a job where you work, any job, that's all I ask" Franes was a top model in the Danacy industry, she practically owned it. Whatever she said was like law and was followed to the letter. If Sion gave up this opportunity he'd been a burn pile of ashes tomorrow evening. He'd already used up the rest of his money today before rescuing her.
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He only needed 2 more hours of sleep and it was only midday- Sion passed out after he ate so much chips and stake, all 20 plates and 19 thick shakes to be exact. He even remembered when people stood up and left being disgusted by his lack of table manners.
"I know we have animal characteristics but this guy is just over kill" said the man to his date as they had finally left Sion in peace.
It seemed wherever Sion went he caused trouble or trouble found him. Franes watched Sion for a bit, he had what it took to be a model, height, size and looks but was he photogenic enough? "Have you even worked for any entertainment industry? Or maybe been in a few dance classes? Something to give you a bit more control when doing certain poses?"
"No"
Why was she even considering this? Yes she was good but this guy didn't look or smell like someone who really wanted a job. But in all fairness he had saved her life. 'I might regret this' she thought before she once again stood up. "Even though I'm high influence in my department within the industry, there would be no way they would take you looking like that. You need clothes, not sheets and rags, I'll do this for you just once as you did save me. But that will be as far as it goes".
That was good enough for him or so he thought.
When Sion thought she was going to help', he didn't quite foresee this-
Having another shirt practically thrown at him; Franes had made Sion go to a hair dresser and wax clinic as well as a makeup artist. Then she'd dragged him to 30+ stores! What the hell was he doing!?
"No? I thought that one would work" she tsk'ed as Sion came out with the 20th set of clothing she'd hand picked. "You'd think that you would suit the more modern look but apparently-"walking away her hand pulled out a hoodie cut off at the sleeves and a pair of ripped black jeans with a chain attached. Before she came back and handed him the items "you seem to fit the more rugged bad boy". Not understanding and just too mentally exhausted to argue Sion went back in behind the changing automatic rolling booth door.
Looking at the time Franes sighed, she was in big shit for missing her shoot today. Maybe this guy would help her get some extra time or credit to her already famous name. She pushed the newly bought black shades she had on while her phone buzzed for the 27th time going straight to voicemail. During her raid she'd acquired more mundane clothes to blend in a bit better. Franes remembering her laughing fit grew a little mortified and embarrassed, 'if anyone had seen them-'
"The jeans are a little tight" Sion interrupted her thoughts as his walked out.
The woman shop attendant openly stared at this man as did Franes who honestly knew he was good looking but now with proper clothes that fact was pretty much set in stone! Franes blinked and composed herself quickly as she coughed to wake up the shop woman's fantasy daydream. Scurrying away, Sion watched the shop lady leave.
"Does it look that bad?"
'He had to be joking' Franes thought, surely this man knew how good he looked? But looking at Sion's face answered it all. 'Has this guy never been complimented?' She'd notice this same look on his face when she'd been expressing her thanks of gratitude too'. Just what kind of life did this guy have to have to have zero confidence in himself?
There were times when Sion wouldn't act himself as much, as if the other side had been pushing it's more confident and challenging side. Yet there were also times like this where he'd remember the ridicule and disgusted looks. He may have been used to it like that man at that restaurant who had looked at him the same way everyone else had for most of his life. -self damaging- he thought they called it where you didn't have the confidence to push your own way of life through the fog of others. Be your true self. The way the shop keeper lady had openly stared wasn't normal and never being looked at with anything but disgust, he figured he was ugly to her standards.
Even if he'd changed, been able to kill without fear or regret but rather enjoyment. There were times...
"Hey! Are you listening to me!?" He anger was evident as Sion finally snapped out of his own little world.
"I cannot believe you! Did you hear a single word I said?!" Franes had lost her patience for the 13th time today, maybe she should have kept a notebook on her new records.
"That woman-" Franes indicated to behind her with her thumb as a pointer towards the shop lady who now stood behind the desk at the front. "Wasn't looking at you in disgust but admiration and desire, in short she wanted you" clarified Franes as Sion stood there in surprise.
'Desired? Admiration?' So much had happened in one day. He only wanted to stand up for once and save a life, even if he'd ended two. He saw an opportunity to help his money problems and ended up being dragged across a shopping centre for 2hrs. Dressed, fitted, and freshened. But now, he'd been called desirable' and wanted'?
"Well let's get out of here" Franes said as she turned to leave the store. Stopping short she turned around as if remembering something. "Keep the clothes, I changed my mind, those will be your reward. Tomorrow meet me here around 5:30pm, I have a night photo shoot and you will be coming with me. Oh and-". Getting really close Franes grabbed Sion's phone which had been put in the bought bag of clothes. Her slightly long black painted fingernails typed away on his phone before she shut it off and slipped it back. "You have my number just encase anything happens, you'll have a job by the end of tomorrow. I'll make sure of it!" She almost sang as she walked away again waving before disappearing, leaving a very stunned Sion at the front of the store.