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Started April 07, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Yesim's face flushed at the last part. "Oh-I-um–thank you," She mumbled, cursing herself for stuttering like an idiot. Stupid, now he'll think you're an idiot.

He laughed softly, sipping at his coffee and sighing audibly. Though his mood had picked up, one could still catch the tired bags and the stress lines under his eyes. Her phrase seemed to take a little of the stress off. He eyed her face once again. “You are very welcome.”

“Yesim, are you interested in modeling at all?” He asked suddenly, looking at her with soft, curious eyes. “I have my own photography company of sorts and would love to have you in a photo. You’d get some of the revenue I make from the photo and I would give you as many copies of it in any size you want for free,”

Yesim's face flushed even more. "I-uh-me?" She asked, wondering why he was asking her. I'm not even pretty, but I need the money… "Oh-um-sure? I mean, I would love to. I was just caught off-guard at first, sorry about that."

He nodded curtly, watching her for a moment or two. His eyes and mind were trying to find the best place and outfit for her to wear. Something that would match her stunning eyes and beautiful figure.

Victor found his face heating up at the thought. Why? He did not know. He couldn’t like a Majik. They were… well, Majiks. He brushed the blush off as excitement for the photo shoot.

“Great! I will pay you hourly. Is fifteen an hour, sufficient?” He asked carefully, looking over her expression.

Yesim quickly nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She would only speak when necessary, if she spoke when she didn't need to, she would probably end up becoming a stuttering mess.

Victor nodded softly, looking at his phone’s calendar. “Do you work at another place Yesim? Or are you out of a job?” He asked slowly. “I’m thinking Saturdays. It wouldn’t take too long, only two or three hours. And I’ll even provide a paid lunch.”

"I don't have any jobs right now so I'm free any day of the week," Yesim answered, letting her black hair fall into her face to hide how red it was.

“Saturdays it is. We’ll do one in the afternoon, one in the evening?” He asked slowly, looking up at her and smiling handsomely. His cheeks were a light pink as he looked over her.

This was strange. He’d never felt this type of excitement for a model before.

"Sure," Yesim mumbled, her face turning even redder (if that's possible at this point).

Why was she blushing so much? She never blushed this much.

He sipped at his coffee, shifting nervously. “On another note, how is your residence? Do you live alone?” He asked very quietly, looking down at his hands.

"Yea, I live by myself in a small apartment," Yesim answered, taking another sip of her coffee as she wondered if her face was still red or not.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked her curiously, looking up to focus on her face. “I would think a small apartment feels cramped. Is that it?”

"Some times I do, sometimes I don't. The apartment usually doesn't feel cramped since I like small spaces for some reason," Yesim replied, not making eye-contact with Victor.

“My place is empty. Too big. But my father pays for it so I shouldn’t complain. But I would rather live in a smaller apartment and pay it off myself. It’s much nicer.” He replied. He watched her expression curiously, wondering why she blushed so much under his gaze.

Yesim finally looked at Victor, her blush had subsided by now. "It is, for example, no one would think of robbing your apartment."

Victor laughed softly and leaned forwards in his seat. He was fidgety today. “That is true. I’m sure my apartment has been a target of robbery a few times. But I have a good security system and strong locks. No one has gotten in yet unless they knew my passcode.”

"That's good," Yesim replied, hoping she hadn't embarrassed herself. Even though she probably has embarrassed herself at least a million times by now.

Victor didn’t think she had embarrassed herself. No he thought her rather charming for an elf. “Tell me, Yesim, were you born here? Or is your birthplace in some foreign place?”

"I was born in a foreign place but I moved here after a while," Yesim answered. How are these related to my job?

“May I ask where that was from?” Victor wasn’t asking for business anymore. He truly was interested in her and what she brought to his life. “I’m just curious. You do not need to answer.”

"{Another random place because yes}," Yesim answered, wondering why he was interested in her. No one finds me interesting, but why does he?

“Interesting. Thank you for telling me.” He said with a sparkle in his eye. Why was he interested? He couldn’t say. “I’m, sadly, a native of this town and place. I was born here, and I’ll probably die here working a job I hate.”

(@me XD)

(Lol same here)

Yesim couldn't help but chuckle as she rested her head in her hand. "Why don't you just do two jobs?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the right in confusion.

“I own half a company dear. Another job would be too much. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He admitted. “It’s hard enough holding a company together but another job would be impossible for me.”

"Right…" Yesim mumbled, scratching the back of her neck nervously. "Ummm, someone could help you…?"