#c:francesca

[alayafrey]

Having determined that she would need plenty of wine to get through this wedding, Alaya was already on her second glass. She had never cared for weddings even as a little girl, and her own had been a grand affair much against her will. Noting Francesca’s familiar face, she took a pointed sip of her wine and feigned a polite smile. “Nice to see you again.”

@dawnrots​

[viktxr]

[ @luchessxfran ]

“Empleada del mes” sonrió señalando la fotografía de la rubia en la pared del restaurante. “Adorable” asintió. Guardo silencio por unos segundos, viendo si alguien de al rededor estaba tan ocupado con su presencia o si simplemente lo ignoraban. Cuando confirmo lo segundo se dispuso a hablar. “Tengo entendido que no te gusta meterte en el negocio sucio pero también tengo que admitir que eres la mas inteligente de tu familia, a excepción de tu padre claro.” Vik sabia bien quienes eran los aliados, a pesar de que los mismos no aparecieran muchas veces en el escenario. Ese era el caso de la italiana. Mientras hablaba seguía mirando las fotografías que adornaban la pared, se tomó el atrevimiento de acercarse y acomodar un cuadro que estaba torcido. “Necesito un favor.”

[silcszcbini]

🍾- our muses share a glass/bottle of champagne

“And what are we toasting to this time? The fact we have managed to survive another year with very little interference from our parents? That we are doing well in our chosen line of work or just to us in general? Somehow we’ve managed to make it through this much of our lives fairly unscathed which, all things considered is quite the feat.”

@francescazabini​

[jjxkyuhan-blog]

@jjxmoon​

          It was the start of the night for him and he was not really sure what he had been hoping to get out of this whole thing. One thing was for sure and that was the restaurant was full and busy. And he was naturally there to check on how things were going but maybe he also needed some conversation. With someone other than Miso who would either just stare or bark whenever Kyuhan spoke. Granted his dog was the only one that knew his secrets and the only one that could know his secrets. They were buried deep in his past and the man that knew them was currently behind bars. So with no real person to turn to, he was left talking to someone that couldn’t reply back but that also couldn’t rat him out.

          He was faced with an unknown person and though Kyuhan hadn’t been in a situation like this before, it didn’t take him too long to acclimate himself to the environment. He was just meeting a stranger and talking. He had done that as part of his living for plenty of time before. And he figured that he could use this as an opportunity to learn how the other felt about the event, what the chances were of her returning to the restaurant as a regular patron. 

          ❝Hi.I’m Noh Kyuhan. It’s nice to meet you. How are you liking things so far?❞

[simonmeadows-archive]

helping hands | francesca & simon

@cescalim

Two days with nothing but endless interviews -- or as endless as it seemed having to note down every little thing that left the the people’s mouths upon answering the questions he threw at them; and  being someone who had a hard time finding that red line in a mix of information, it was a given the people he had spoken with thus far had started to melt together. A teenager there, an elderly woman over here... but it wasn’t just about what he needed or he wanted to station outside his office, but also what type of worker would benefit his negative loads and the hotel as a whole. After all, his father was a perfectionist and the main reason Simon was begging for help (yes, begging) was due to his own many slips that just didn’t sit well with the older man. He needed someone who could read through his reports and underline the spelling errors he couldn’t spot, someone who could steer away the phone calls he didn’t have the time to answer and  deliver the paper work done to it’s right room and box. It wasn’t hard, and thus he was only searching for someone willing to do part-time, but finding someone who clicked with him was rough. 

Opening his office door to call out for his last meeting before lunch, Simon glanced down at the name on the paper for a fourth time in an attempt to get the name to stick inside his head. “Francesca Lim?” Looking up, his eyes landed on a rather young woman nested in one of the armchairs and an instant, warm smile fell onto his lips as he held out his hand for her to shake. “Hello and thank you for showing some interest for this job, I’m Simon Meadows -- manager and the one looking to fill the spot. If you follow me inside we can get started. Do you want anything? Water? Coffee?”