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It is the time of Eren’s shift in his workplace. He hurriedly places his things in a locker the owner provided them. As he changes his clothes and shoes, pens and scratch papers fall from his pockets. Seeing the stuff that fall, he exhaustingly sighs and picks them up. He fixes his things and places them back to his backpack.
“It’s time for work”
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Eren grew up from the rural area with his parents. He was actually planning to stay and work there until he received a scholarship from an institution in the city. Truthfully, he did not expect to be accepted when he applied for the scholarship. He just took into consideration that the institute has one of the best programs for the course he was planning to take with a not-so-expensive tuition fees. The end result is that he got accepted. This made him glad and proud.
At first, his mother, Carla, did not support him going to the city since she thought that he is still young to be far from them but his father said the otherwise. His father, Grisha, supported him going to the city, encouraging him to become a medical doctor like himself. Grisha persuaded Carla to allow their son in which she eventually gave in. This made Eren really happy as he prepared to go to the city after he graduate from high school.
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Eren enters the studio filled with people, clothes, cameras and flashes. Everything is so bright. Walking quietly, he asks one of his colleagues if he can help with something.
“Oh good, you are here. Help me give chairs to our guests.” his colleague tells him in which he complies.
As Eren looks at the studio, yes, it is kinda populated today. He wonders who their guests are to have the studio be occupied this much. He takes the piles of chairs from the other room and offers them to the guests who are standing and watching the shoot.
Some of the guests thank Eren as he offers them chairs while the others did not even bother to look at him. No reaction. It did not bother him since he got used to it already.
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Eren started working in the studio when he heard the owner, Kenny, whining about the workload. It was when he was buying his dinner in a convenience store while Kenny was talking on the phone. Upon hearing him, it peaked Eren’s interest.
During that time, he was contemplating of getting a job while doing his medical studies. He was worried that his dad is already getting old but still working for his tuition fees. Grisha is not that old yet, but Eren just wants to do things that can be of help to his parents.
“Excuse me?” Eren said as he approached Kenny.
The old man looked at him and threw his cigarette.
“I heard that you need more manpower. I would like to apply for anything— anything that you can offer. ” as he bowed. The old man shuffled his messy hair and told him
“Boy, you look so young. I used to be this handsome in my younger years.” Eren looked up and saw him smiling while getting another cigarette. He lit it up, then smoked one puff, then he closed his distance to Eren whispering in his right ear
“I work illegally boy. ”
Eren’s eyes widened as he looked Kenny’s smug face. The old man laughed so hard after seeing the shocked face the little boy made. His laugh echoed the empty street. Even the convenience store cashier perked to check outside.
“This is so funny. What’s your name? I can give you a little help if you need some extra money.” That’s when Eren was kind of wary because of the previous joke. “That’s just a joke. I have a studio. Need some people to help me. Come sit down.” Kenny said as he sat down and offered Eren a chair.
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The photo shoot being held in the studio is for newcomers who wanted to be models in a famous magazine. There are 10 models assigned for that day. One of the models is Mikasa. She is also one of the people who did not look at Eren when he offered her a chair. Also, she is one of the models who do not actually stand out prior her turn since she did not speak or react much. But when it is her turn, the people are in awe. She is so beautiful with her long straight hair, undeniably beautiful face, well toned body and noticeable proportions. She complies with the poses the manager instructs her. What struck people the most is the way her attitude changed. The aura she emanates — it is like a mystery with a touch of sweetness.
Eren noticed that Kenny is in the studio. It is strange since his boss do not usually stay or watch photo shoots. He usually checks on them, then head straight to his office for the unfinished paper works. But today he is having conversations with the staffs and watching the models.
“I think the owner of this studio is the uncle of Mikasa. Yeah, that tall guy.”
Eren heard as he is mopping the floor. He eavesdrops from the models that are done with their turns. They are looking at Kenny, who is talking with the model who just finished her turn. He immediately thought and chuckled about what Kenny told him when they first met that he was good looking like him. If they are relatives, then they are lucky to have beautiful genes, Eren thought.
The shoot went well. The manager and models thanked the staffs for organizing and helping them prepare — makeup and clothes — for the shoot. The people were packing up their things as they leave one by one. Eren, together with his colleagues, organized the studio the way it was prior the photo shoot. It was a tiring day for them since they were not able to eat much.
When everything’s settled, Eren went back to their locker room to change back into his casual clothes then go home. He usually passes by Kenny’s office before heading back to his apartment.
When he was about to reach Kenny’s office, he saw the black long haired female model that the other models were talking about, accompanied by another a short ash-brown male model taller than her. Eren was about to walk pass them, but Mikasa, the female model, suddenly wrapped her arms with his right arm, which made him shocked “I’ve been waiting for you. Let’s go!” Mikasa happily said as she dragged Eren into Kenny’s office, leaving Jean, the male model, outside.
Kenny was drinking a glass of wine when the door of his office widely opened then hurriedly being closed. He spurted what he was drinking as he saw his niece, Mikasa, wrapped her arms to his employee’s right arm, Eren.