{ ϟ } sparks and spunk
Making sure to cup her mouth as she yawned, Sayaka was quick to pack up her things and leave school as soon as the bell had rung. She gave waves to her friends before she left and made sure to make occasional smiles at those acquaintances that said goodbye -- but her smile was quick to fade as soon as she was out of eyesight. As glorious as the idea was of leaving your hometown and making it big in Kairos sounded, it was actually quite...lonely.
Nevertheless, she was now trapped in the life of fake smiles and overdramatic bubbliness that she had moulded for herself, leaving her no option for escape. And now -- after three train transfers -- she was finally at the foot of the building that had given her said new life. Stepping through the automatic doors, her eyes immediately caught sight a rather peculiar figure who was lingering in the lobby, perhaps waiting to be let in further into the building.
He looked a bit strange, carrying what looked to be a toolbox with a sturdy hand. Sayaka's eyes strayed over towards the secretary's desk, which lay empty; it seemed that she had excused herself for an impromptu break. Slipping her personal keycard out of her skirts pocket, the young idol made her way over the blond's side. "Um, pardon me," she said, "You wouldn't happen to be waiting to be let in, would you? I can help you, if you wan--"
She stopped herself short, obviously taken aback by the other's stunning looks. What in the world was this guy doing, making a living off a regular old job?! With those blazing blue hues and punkish hairstyle...he was practically radiating talent!
"Please excuse me for being nosy, but...you wouldn't happen to work for KairosTown, would you?" KairosTown obviously being the name of said music company and talent agency she worked for. "Or, maybe you're trying out for a modeling interview? You certainly have that type of gaze that is quite popular for high-end shoots."