My lunch break is practically heaven when it comes to days like this.

With a day full of back to back designs and photo shoots one after another, I couldn't wait for the hour break I get. My brain fit to explode into smithereens. My eyes ready to roll out of my head. Stomach grumbling. Tastebuds raring for some food. I couldn't wait for the moment where I could leave the workplace for an hour and forget about everything. Just focus on me, the food infront of me and what's on my newsfeed on Instagram or Snapchat or Facebook. My stomach yearning for food. My mouth watering at the thought of a nice hot drink from the cafe down the street accompanied by a little salad or sandwich (depending on how healthy I was feeling).

My lunch break seemed to be the only place where I could relax. Where I didn't need to worry about what shade of foundation I needed. Where I didn't need to put up with stuck up models thinking they know makeup more than I do. Where I didn't need to think about what design to go for. Lunch breaks were a time of peace and quiet. No worries. No stress. No arguments. No noise.

No annoying models who want to get into my pants...

A small smile plays on my lips as I walk into the small cafe on the corner of the street. The delicious smell of grinding coffee beans filling the air making my mouth water. God, I'd kill for a coffee right now. The tempting smells of freshly heated panini's and sandwiches mixing in with the coffee beans to create a relaxing and mouthwatering environment. My stomach growling in need as I open the door, the bell chiming gently when the door rustles against it, and the scent of cooked sandwiches filling my nostrils.

Placing my phone in my bag, I head toward the counter, smiling happily toward the guy behind the counter who smiles back. Resting my hand against the counter, I look up at the menu and bite my lip in thought as I wonder what I fancy. Do I go for the salad? Or the sandwich?... Or do I spice it up and get a wrap instead? How healthy do I feel today? Or should I leave and get a dirty burger from the diner? No I should stay healthy. I've got fried chicken tonight.

Have to balance it somehow.

Giggling gently to myself, I look toward the barista who grins my way and winks playfully making me cover my mouth with a giggle. This hasn't happened before. The guy clearing his throat gently making me smile slightly flushed.

"What can I get you?" He asks softly, leaning against the counter, resting his head on the heel of his palm, a playful gleam in his eyes.

"Can I have... a chicken melt," I reply with a smile, thrumming my nails against the counter before nodding to myself about what drink I'll have, "And I'll have a pumpkin spice latte,"

"Coming right up," he replies, telling me the cost of my order and takes the money that I slide toward him, the male heading toward the coffee machine to make my coffee while I get my phone out and flick through my social feed, a small hum leaving my lips. Nothing too interesting. Just some selfies of girls at lunch, some guys posing and the odd food post, the barista placing my latte and melt in front of me, "Here,"

"Thank you," I reply, taking the takeaway cup and the melt before heading out the door. A small hum leaving my lips as I pull back the brown bag and take a bite out of the melt, moaning to myself at the taste as I walk down the street, "Mmm, god this is good,"

Humming happily, I take another bite of the melt and swallow down the warm pieces of chicken and cheese. That hit the spot. A small well of sadness pits in my stomach when I finish it, a small pout playing on my lips as I press the brown bag into the bin and start on my latte. That melt was so good. Better get another on my next lunch break. Sipping softly at my latte, I open the doors to my workplace and smile toward coworkers.

"Ooh! (Y/n)! There you are!"

Tilting my head, I turn toward the owner of the voice. A small giggle leaving my lips as one of my higher ups walks through the halls and stops toward me, her cream white hair twisted up into a neat ballerina bun. Bright brown eyes staring into mine as she sighs to herself and taps her pen against her clipboard. She didn't seem all to happy as per usual. Hiyori is often cheerful, on the ball and you always see her with a smile on her face... so something must be bothering her.

"Have you seen Dahlia?" She asks, sighing softly as she rubs her temples. Her eyes darting around the hallway to see if Dahlia is part of the sea of girls walking into the building, "I've been trying to find her all lunch break and I can't find her... we have a shoot in twenty minutes and we have two models that need doing. I've got Neimi in there with one but I need Dahlia with the other,"

"No I haven't... no... I haven't seen her..." I reply shaking my head, sipping at my latte as Hiyori sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose, "I can do it if you want, Hawks doesn't have a shoot until half two, that's in like an hour so I'm free,"

"Oh that would be great, I would do it but I'm checking the outfits," she replies, sending me a thankful smile, "She's in room 3D, it's a full face, natural and focus on contouring,"

"Of course," I reply, taking a sip of my latte, sending Hiyori a reassuring smile before heading toward the dressing room. I knock on the door gently before opening it, sending the model a small smile as she looks up from her phone, "Hi, I'm (Y/n), I'll be your makeup artist for today,"

"Oh? I was told I would have someone else?" She asks softly, setting her phone down as I walk in and shut the door behind me, sending her a small apologetic smile, "Is she not in?"

"Well, Miss Hiyori was unable to find her and since it was such short notice I decided to lend a hand," I explain, setting my drink down and grabbing the correct makeup for her. Grabbing a makeup brush and the liquid foundation from the shelf, "I apologise for the inconvenience,"

"It's okay, I mean, as long as someone gets my makeup done and I'm there for the shoot it doesn't really matter who it is," she replies with a smile, closing her eyes as she allows me to mix the foundation into her skin, the girl patiently waiting for me to finish her makeup. I take a small breath, grabbing some bronzer as I begin to contour her face, thanking the lord that she's complying and not complaining.

It's usually a blue moon's chance when you find someone that doesn't have anything negative to say about something not going their way.

As I blend the bronzer in, I look toward the time to make sure we're on it. Only ten minutes to go. Not that long. Taking a breath, I grab the blush, gently rubbing some on her cheek bones. Grabbing the lipstick, I gently cup her chin and wipe the bright red shade over her lips making them pop out and stand out like they should. Her eyelids were covered with nude shades, a light nude blended into a dark nude with winged eyeliner.

"There we go," I hum sending her a reassuring smile as she flutters her eyes open and stares toward the mirror with a little giggle, "Are you happy with it?"

"I'm more than happy, thank you so much," she says, sending me a big smile before grabbing her phone and trotting out of the room and heading toward the photo shoot. The dress she was wearing hugging her curves in all the right places. A model through and through. I didn't know how they do this day in and day out, posing for a camera and looking as gorgeous as they do. That's why I opted for the designing part of the fashion industry.

At least that's one less thing for Hiyori to worry about now.

Now to worry about my nightmare. Grabbing my latte, I take a quick sip and whine as it's now lukewarm. Who wants lukewarm coffee?! Sighing gently, I drop the coffee into the trash can, running my fingers through my hair as I realise I'll have to settle for the crummy coffee from the coffee machine in the staff room. Already having drunk my coffee that I bought in my flask.

Maybe I should bring my own instant coffee...

Keeping a small mental note into my mind, I head toward Keigo's dressing room. Sending a small smile toward my fellow colleagues before heading down the hallway that belonged to the agencies specific models. Best Jeanist had his own dressing room and most of it was covered in denim furniture (the couch was even denim!). What's the obsession with denim? I will never know. We had our own handful of girls that modelled for this specific agency that had their own dressing rooms. Guest models had another wing. Own models were down wings one and two. Others down three, four and five.

As I get toward Keigo's door, I hear a small noise. A rather questionable noise. It wasn't Keigo. I knew that for sure... it was feminine. Were there girls in there trying to find things to steal? Was Keigo even in there? Who was in there?! They do realise, who ever it is, that it's a breach of their contracts. Unless you're the models personal makeup artist, no one else should be in there other than the model.

Guess I may have to be the office bitch today...

Taking a deep breath, I lean my ear against the door. Just to be sure. You can't be too careful. I make my breathing more silent, trying to hear something. Anything. Once silent, I hear some rustling and a small noise. Was that... was that a moan?! What the hell. A moan. It had to be a moan! What the hell was going on?! Was Keigo screwing someone in there?! I needed to get to the bottom of this. And fast!

Slowly, but silently, I push the door handle down, biting my lip as I slowly push the door open. Oh thank god they're not up against the door! That would have been traumatising! I take a small breath and push it as far as I can without drawing attention. When the door is slightly ajar, I peek in, my eyes widening at the sight before me.

Well... I found Dahlia...

Rolling my eyes, I slip into the room, crossing my arms over my chest as I arch a brow at the proper scene before me. Keigo had Dahlia pinned against the wall, his lips ghosting over her neck. His hands were... yeah. Ew... Gross... Dahlia, trying to keep herself as quiet as possible, mewls gently looking at the ceiling. Smirking to myself, I grab the door and slam it against the doorframe making them both shriek. Keigo dropping Dahlia in the process making her squeal. Their eyes darting to me.

"(Y — Y/n)..." Dahlia mutters with wide eyes, staring at me while biting her bottom lip. Her eyes wandering to the floor. Her hair was all over the place. What the hell was she thinking? She sighs gently, wiping her eyes as she pulls herself to her feet. Looking like the guilty little bitch that she was, "W — what are you...."

"Keigo has a photo shoot in an hour and a half, I have to get him ready," I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. Glaring her down. Making her shift uncomfortably under my gaze. Keigo nervously shifting to sit in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck, "What the hell were you thinking? Hm?"

"You're not the boss of him," she retorts, glaring back, well, trying to glare back. She looked like a hurt puppy. Like a toddler who just gotten their toy taken away from them, "I didn't have any work to do anyway,"

"Then why was Miss Hiyori look for you earlier? You had a model to do and you didn't show up," I reply, watching as her realisation suddenly dawns on her. Her eyes widening as she bites her lip and rubs her arm beginning to stutter and stammer, "So kiss part of your pay check goodbye,"

"W — What... but I... please don't tell Miss Hiyori," she begs me, clasping her hands together as she shakes her head and gives me pleading eyes, "Please, (Y/n),"

"Get out of the dressing room, Dahlia," I tell her, nodding toward the door, watching as she scrambles toward the door, "And clean yourself up, you look like you've been dragged through a bush backwards,"

As she scarpers out the room, I glare toward Keigo and grab the makeup, refusing to even acknowledge him. Just get the makeup done. I just needed to get his makeup done as quickly and as smoothly as possible. Avoid any sort of communication with him. No interaction. No confrontation. Wanting to ignore the feelings brewing in my belly. Telling myself I shouldn't feel like this.

Not after everything...

Thankfully, Keigo stays silent. Letting me blend in the foundation into his creamy skin, keeping himself still. Not wanting to anger me further, I believe. Letting me get on with sorting out the contouring once his foundation is blended in, while dealing with the feeling of my stomach twisting in knots. My heart dropped like a stone as the scene flashes through my mind. My mouth slowly turning dry. Throat tightening slightly. I shouldn't get like this.

I'm not jealous! I shouldn't be jealous!

Clearing my throat, I grab the eyeshadow palette and begin swiping the small brush over his eyelids. Using yellow as the base colour before adding some reds to blend in with his wings. My tongue slowly sticking out of my lips as I focus on perfecting the design. Wanting this to be perfect. Wanting to get this over and done with as soon as humanly possible.

"So... uh..." Keigo begins, clearing his throat nervously as he looks up at me when I pull away from his eyes, his yellow orbs drinking in my appearance as I place down the palette, "I'm... I'm sorry... about that... I don't usually... not in the workplace anyway..."

"That doesn't matter, you still did it," I reply crossing my arms over my chest. Trying not to sound like an annoyed girlfriend. Why was I put in this position? Is someone putting me in awkward situations on purpose? A small sigh leaves my lips as he rubs the back of his neck, "I'm going to talk to her supervisor, regardless, so..."

"What will happen then?" Keigo asks softly, tilting his head to the side while I grab the eyeliner and begin doing a winged look, "Will she get fired?"

"I don't think so, Miss Hiyori might dock her pay," I reply with a shrug, "She didn't do the model and I had to instead so she's lost some of her pay,"

"Woah... since when did you turn into the office bitch? You never used to be like this in highschool," Keigo say with a playful smirk, biting his lip and arching his brows as I roll my eyes and pull away from him, "Gotta say, it's quite the turn on. Being confident and snarky looks good on you,"

"Oh keep it in your pants birdbrain,"...

"You surprise me everyday,"...