After her only guardian passes away, a childish 20 year old woman named Momoko moves to Tokyo city to start learning how to live independently. While Momoko adapts to adult life in the city and struggles with living expenses, she dreams about start...
"Wow, Tokyo looks beautiful all lit up like this!" I place my hands on the window glass and look out with my big brown eyes. Tokyo was sparkling, every single light on as the city slowly woke up in the early morning hours.
The buildings were illuminated by pink and blue lights. Though extremely bright, they were still gentle on the sleepy eyes of the early risers.
"Hands off the glass."
"Right...Sorry!"
The car ride is a little bit awkward, but thankfully the studio was so close. The entire time I kept thinking about how I stupidly answered the door without any clothes on and got so flustered and embarrassed just from looking Yuji in the eye. Seriously, what was the matter with me?
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Where's my head these days...
We arrive very shortly in front of a tall yet shady looking building. The windows are covered completely, refusing to let even a flicker of light reach the inside. My eyes run over the brick. It was your typical red brick...only it looked much more worn with its cuts and scrapes and what appeared to be some kind of discoloration from old age and rain.
There's not even a sign on the front with the name.
When we come to a complete stop outside of the building, I simply stare at it in silence, gulping. The silence that falls over us drops enough hints for me to get why we stopped.
"Wh...that building is the studio?!"
"Use your head.. we wouldn't want our place of work being bombarded by the clamor of the paparazzi, so we make our places of work blend in with its surroundings."
"Ooh, clever."
When I see him move out of the corner of my eye, I turn and see him toss his black cat ears hoodie over his head, Yuji reaches for the door and opens it before the driver can even unbuckle his seatbelt. After stepping out of the car, he stands next to the door and peeks inside at me, gesturing for me to come out.
😲"Ah...should I cover myself up, too?"
💧"Momoko...No one knows who you are."
😂I take the warm hand that Yuji offer to help me from the car and burst into a fit of giggles that almost knock me off my feet. It was true, after all! I'd look like such a dummy trying to cover up!
I wonder if I'll be famous being Yuji's stylist...I'll have to work really hard to get that kind of recognition...then all the superstars and idols will want me to style their hair!
