My Lovely Bastard's

Allan

Not meeting what?!

Cassey's head really feels like it's going to break, it's been almost a week he's been working. And for almost a week he kept coming face to face with Zack. In fact, not infrequently he had to be confined in a room with Zack because of a meeting,

It's all because of the goddamn awards show, and almost all of the artists under Zack are nominated for music awards next week.

Though Cassey has plans to travel to just get to know this city, but the plan must be dashed because of the amount of work.

A week he can continue to avoid the offer of lunch from Zack, in addition to taking lunch together. Zack didn't even do anything out of bounds, like Cassey asked yesterday. But somehow Cassey still feels upset, though,

Cassey stared at her design dress in annoyance, fortunately her mood did not affect the design of her work. Cassey's attenuation was distracted at the knock on the door of his room, the door was open.

A blode-haired man appeared, Cassey frowned confusedly. The man bowed respectfully, though,

"I'm sorry, I'm Allan Knight who hasn't taken measurements." Allan lowered his head politely,

"ah! I'll grab the device for a second" Cassey took the meter hanging from one of the mannequins,

"Excuse me yes, I'll start," permission of Cassey who immediately got a nod of approval from Allan, Cassey unfurled his meter began to measure.

"I heard you're a newcomer but already got a lot of spotlight," Allan laughed, scratching his nape.

"Maybe it's because I'm different," Cassey raised her head, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I'm an Asian, a Korean to be exact." Cassey's eyes are breaking,

"Woah, so you're the first Asian in this agency?" Allan nodded, though,

"Woah, how did you get in? Sorry not to be condescending, but I'm confused. You know, what American netizens think of Asians."

"The audition line," Cassey nodded,

"Sit down first, I'll ask you a few things for your suit later." Allan nodded, sitting himself on the sofa. Cassey began to question a few things that Allan had answered smoothly.

It might be weird, but it's just like Cassey. He must know the characteristics of prospective users of his clothes in order to get an idea for the design, so it is not surprising that all the works of Cassey can be stunning.

"I think that's enough," Cassey put aside the paper and pencil, Allan stuck out his head peering at the rough picture Cassey made. He was amazed, though,

"You know? I really admire you Mrs. Zie, but I still didn't expect to wear your work." Cassey chuckled, though,

"Thank you, call me Cassey, Cassey Heaton." Cassey thrust his hands directly into the hands of Allan, who,

"Then call me Allan and Cassey, we're the same age." Cassey nodded, though,

"If you have trouble adapting you can ask me for help, I also got Korean blood from my mother." Allan's eyes widened happy, happy,

"really? You just moved to LV?"

"Yes, but I've been moving to New York since I was 8. So I felt quite how difficult it was to be here, let alone have the word asia in my blood. So if you need help, maybe I can help. Actually I'm pretty horrified, you know RB?"

"Sure, she's my role model, she's also the one who made me dare to debut in America." Cassey nodded, though,

"He's great, but yes because he's Asian. A lot of bad comments about him, I think you should be prepared a strong heart."

"Oh! Sorry, sorry. I'm holding you back, yes please. Careful," Allan stood up,

"That's okay thanks Cass," Cassey nodded, opening the door for Allan to come out.

***

Cassey stared at the chocolate bouquet and cake on her apartment door hanger, Cassey forgot. Zack didn't really stop bothering her, other than taking lunch together. Zack also kept sending him parcels. A bouquet of flowers in the morning when she is about to leave for work, and a bouquet of chocolates and cakes when the night she gets home from work.

The first three days he kept throwing away Zack's gift, but over time he felt affection. Flowers, chocolate, and cake are innocent. So she would give the flower to her aunt when she would take her dirty clothes, and chocolate and cake problems. Cassey will eat it, let alone it from a famous brand and Cassey does love those two things.

But sometimes when he was lazy to eat it, he gave the chocolate and cake to the uncle guard of the apartment below. But instead of Cassey forgiving Zack, he,

Cassey brought in the brown bouquet, placed it on the front desk of the television. Cassey threw his tired body on the sofa, massaging his stiff nape. He stared at the ceiling of his apartment, he liked to be alone. Makes it feel calm, but sometimes solitude makes it a lot of thinking about everything. His painful past, also sometimes his future that has not happened.

Solitude is needed to think or clear the mind, but too much alone also makes a person's heart feel empty. Casseypun also felt that, the activity was monotonous. Sleep, wake up, work, sleep, and as it continues.

Before before he succeeded, many things made him excited. The exam, the rival, made him tired indeed. But after he felt this moment, he felt like he wanted to re-enact the feeling that he had to fight to succeed. But of course he would not repeat anything related to his aunt in Paris, would not. Cassey's jaw is hardened,

With Cassey's annoyance at the phone on the table, Cassey sought out the contacts of his confidants. Delete that person, though,

"Suster Ana?"

"He's still there, isn't he? I beg you not to let him out,"

"Cass, of course, how you're doing." Cassey breathed a sigh of relief,

"Sure, is your sister healthy?"

"certainly, thanks. I'm so grateful,"

"No, you also continue to help me Suter Ana. Very helpful in fact, if you need something you don't have to worry. Darl's going to college, too, isn't he? I'll send you the tuition later."

"No, no need Cass. You've helped us a lot, I can't repay you." Cassey let out a long sigh, though,

"There's no need to feel sorry for Sister Ana, without your help I might be dead too."

"Don't say that again Cass!" Cassey smiled at Sister Ana's angry words,

"No, then from that. Just accept it, and in return just keep him from getting out of it."

"I'll do it, Cass, I'll close it first. There's my patients running amok. Don't forget to eat, be careful there."

"Of course, you too," after that the phone line closed,

Cassey let out a long sigh, pressing down on his heart that felt like it was about to explode. He pressed on it, pulling and exhaling long breaths many times in order for himself to calm down.

"It's okay, it's okay. As long as he's there, everything's fine. It's okay," Cassey continued to mutter the sentence many times until the tremor disappeared.

Saturday, 25 July 2020