"We'll catch them this time," whispered one staff, from the workstations, pretending to pin fabric and check orders dual watching them for something—a look, a spark, a slip.
"One look. One smile. Anything."
Alexia stopped to shake hands with a model. Eryx shifted slightly, stepping forward to collect the client's folder before she even asked.
"See ..See how close he stands?" another staff added in excitement and starts smacking his shoulder playfully. The seamstress madam watched them slacking looking at Alexia and Eryx busy with model.
"Is there something's you two want to address to Young Maam, I'm sure she wouldn't mind that." Seamstress madam muttered coming forward scaring them.
''No, no. We don't have one yet.'' Both panicked getting caught red handed. ''There isn't.''
''Then, get back to work.'' Madam leaned close and ordered them with low voice with fierce eyes trying to keep calm in the room.
''Yes Maam'' They said and goes back to focus on their work.
Then, steamstress Madam looked back and hissed.
"They've been in there for hours. - Still not even a single glance."
''Maybe they are made of stone. '' She huffed under her breath.
By the time, sun sets the staff had grown restless with disappointment. Alexia came from the elevator finally after long work session, ready to leave along with Eryx, behind her carrying the portfolio case. Their departure was as seamless as every other moment—poised, formal, untouchable.
"They don't even look at each other," someone whispered as they departed in the same car.
"I even doubt. Does young Ma'am even know his eye color?" another muttered, earning soft laughter.
''But they do have time in the car alone, don't they'' One raised the interesting question out of curiosity making them stunned. The silence settled over the scene and gush of wind passed by.
''Why the heck are you all looking at me, as if I said something stupid.''
**
On the other side, in the car, Eryx went over the client profile as usual. Then, suddenly, he stopped reading and glanced at her with a sly smile whereas Alexia's starts to scribble much more faster.
"You smell," he said, in his deep low voice clearly with light smile almost like a tease.
Alexia's hand froze mid-air and her face burned red hearing those line and for a rare moment, her emotionless composed exterior gets broken.
"At least mine clears the air, not people's brains."? she scolded loudly, her voice carrying a childish embarrassment.
Eryx laughed—a full, hearty laugh. The driver groaned "What nonsense is she saying …" and opened the window.
Alexia shouted flustered. "Uncle. Why are you opening them?"
"Sorry, ma'am," the driver haphazardly close the window in panic. Eryx chuckled again, his laughter warm and easy, lingering in the car long after the moment had passed.
***
At the club where people are partying and enjoying their night life and drinking at the bar, an agent moved through the crowd, scanning each person rating their appearance poorly.
He approached the waiter who knows him well. "So, did you really find him?"
The waiter nodded. "Yes Sir! He is sitting on the bar. I tried to confront him to get back but he declined telling he's already part of other entertainment company or independent ones," he said, pointing discreetly.
Lys was casually conversing with his bandmate nearby, at the bar with a orange juice in his hand. Rei noticed the agent and leaned in.
"That sh**head is coming," he whispered.
Lys took the note, his expression calm, playful, continued nagging with Frey if the warning barely registered. The agent pushed through the crowd straight, approaching only for him, but before he could get close, Lys vanished into the crowd along with Rei.
Frustrated, the agent turned to Classic. "Where did Lys go?"
Classic, eyed him with judgement. "Do you wish to get beaten hard by me," he said. Frey just standing silently approves beside him and the agent regrets talking to him.
Meanwhile, Lys and Rei slipped into a main side road. "That agent ruined the party. They never let you live alone. Lys," Rei threw his anger.
Suddenly, a group of drunk boys and girls stumbled across them startling both and hurriedly cross through the main road, careless, ignoring the red light. Lys warned them while others at the site also got glanced by their nuisance.
A black car, nearly hit the one drunk girl and stopped with abrupt brake shocking the whole people. The drunk girl blames the car, cursing it and starts to hit it. one after another, hit she slumps onto the hood, dizzy and disoriented.
Another drunkard rushed forward to help her cursing - but suddenly froze, eyes widening and shuts his mouth to an egg as if seeing something terrifying. The others followed suit, stepping back in unison, frozen in place. Lys instinctively moved forward to assist, but Rei's hand shot out, gripping his firmly.
"Don't go," he warned, voice low only Lys could hear but urgent. "It's dangerous to step forward."
The drunk girl slowly opened her eyes, again started cursing even though her vision blurred.The drunk girl's gaze fell on the gold-plated rose on the black car. Her senses rattled, she struggled to regain consciousness, shaking off the haze.
Inside the atmosphere is cold and shivering as driver is begging for his life trying not to look back. The sketch shifted unnaturally almost destructed her hours work sketch, a bandaged hand frozen in place. The sight left bystanders trembling, as the no respondant came from car itself radiated a cold, unyielding presence as they knew something big is gonna happen and it's not the good one.
And then driver shifts her eye in fear on rear mirror and almost lost his life as a sharp, merciless grey eyes was staring at the girl soul mounting on front window. Then,she suddenly snaps the tech pen in half and bandage starts to bleed.