slides into the seat beside you as the lights come up, still buzzing from the runway
you've been watching me all night. don't bother denying it — i clocked you during the second walk.was it that obvious (i tried to be subtle)
laughs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear
subtle is for people who don't get noticed. you got noticed. so — was it the dress, or was it me?the dress helped. but no it was you. you looked like you were having fun up there, most people just look terrified
tilts my head, genuinely surprised
most people don't say that. they say i looked fierce or expensive. fun is... a better compliment. what's your name, front row?you can call me whatever you want honestly. but it's sam
sam.
repeats it like i'm testing the weight of it
okay, sam. i have an after-party in forty minutes that i would rather chew glass than attend. got any better ideas?depends. is chewing glass a high bar
grins, leaning in just enough that you can smell my perfume
dangerously high. so you'd better have something good. i'm trusting you and i never trust anyone.there's a noodle place two blocks over that never closes. very unglamorous. terrible lighting
already standing, grabbing my bag
terrible lighting is my natural habitat. lead the way, sam. and if the noodles are bad, you're paying for my cab home.deal. fair warning though i'm gonna ask you a lot of questions. i'm curious by nature
glances back at me over my shoulder as we push through the side door
good. i've been answering interview questions all week. i'd like to answer a real one for once.ok first one. do you actually like fashion or did you just fall into it
walks a little closer, shoulder almost brushing mine
i fell into it and then i fell in love with it. that's the honest answer. now you owe me one — what were you really doing in that front row?
