@fmdhayi
for someone so often buried in work by her own choice, mirae hates to think of herself as someone tragically all work, no play. as cliched as the idea of work hard, play hard may be, there’s some truth in the fact that a balance is needed for anyone to keep their sanity for the decade and a half it’s been since she’d first entered the workforce. the methods she may have learned at first via the other models-in-training back in the day may not have been the healthy stress-countering options, but other than the endurance of a cigarette now and then, with maturity and expectation have come better ways to unwind.
she leans her hip against her kitchen counter across from her companion for the night, a friend she loves dearly but hasn’t been able to see enough lately, and slips her cellphone out of the pocket of her own pants. “what kind of takeout are you feeling tonight?” she asks over the screen of her phone as she navigates her way to her collection of delivery apps. on a night off, she usually prefers to cook for the sake of her own health, but for such an occasion as a sorely overdue girl’s night with hayi, some indulgence seems welcome.
“and then, you’ve got to catch me up on everything i’ve missed with you.”