(Ah nvm then XD ignore that)
“Mm, a good rest is healthy for the body. Try and sleep a little more tonight.” He told her softly, standing when their order was called.
He returned to their table, coffees in hand, and smiled as he set hers in front of her. “What are you looking to go into, Yesim?” Asked the human kindly. He hummed and tapped along to the rhythm.
(Lol, how tall is Victor?)
Yesim nodded, even though she knew she probably wouldn't get that much sleep anyway. "I don't need that much sleep anyway, but I hate the side-effects," She grumbled.
She gladly took her cup of coffee and relaxed a bit. "Um-almost anything works," She mumbled, glancing around the place.
(He’s 6’2)
“We all do.” He murmured grumpily, but his mood picked back up when he took a sip of his coffee. It’s bitter taste gave him life.
“Any? Accounting? Artistry? Doctor?” He sighed softly and leaned over to tap a few paragraphs. “Anything here you’re good at?” The paragraphs just listed a few skill sets such as listening and resume writing.
(Cool I thought he was like 5'10 or something for a second)
Yesim glanced at the section he pointed at, nodding along. "Maybe artistry? But I'm not that good at it. I'm better with plants though," She said, not really sure if that helped or not.
(Ahaha that would’ve been funny.)
“Ah that helps!” He said happily. “I would say a flower shop suits you.” He replied, looking at her with a small smile. “Flowers and quiet places.” He drifted off. That would be aesthetically pleasing. He needed his camera and a free day now.
(Lol yea)
"That sounds nice," Yesim replied, returning a small smile. She took another sip of her coffee, glad that she had coffee now.
“Floral arranging? Gardner?” He asked suddenly, back into the Now. “Are you good with growing plants more so than arranging them?”
Victor usually went off on his own during these things but he wanted to actually take his time with Yesim. She was analyzing, he liked that about her. And the only reason he knew that was because of the way she looks at him when they had first met.
"Well, I do know the language of flowers so maybe floral arranging?" Yesim replied, glancing at the scars on his collarbone. Should I ask him about it later? What if he doesn't want to talk about it? Then everything would be awkward.
“That would be good. Floral arrangements does seem to fit you better.” He murmured, leaning forwards and sighing. His delicate collarbones looked more feminine than masculine. They stuck out and stretched the scars, making them look worse than they actually were. He didn’t seem to mind them anymore, but under her gaze shrank away, almost as if afraid she would reopen past wounds.
"Thanks…?" Yesim mumbled, not sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or not, her face turning a bit pink. "Also, I was just wondering, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but where did you get the scars on your collarbones?"
In Victors book, that was a compliment. Though his personality was rather satire, he really meant his compliments.
His hand immediately shot up to the scars, tracing along one. Thelook in his eyes and on his face darkened. “A Majik attacked me when I was younger.” He stated simply. “They’ll jump at your throat if you give them the chance…”
"Well, I still haven't jumped at your throat," Yesim mumbled a bit quietly. "What species do you think they were?"
Victor raised an eyebrow at her. She was right. He hadn’t been attacked yet by her. “I don’t remember much of what happened. The trauma had been blocked out of my memory. But I do remember they were small and human one moment and then large and furry the next. Some sort of creature with another form… not a werewolf but something that can control itself.” He shivered. “I still have nightmares.”
Yesim nodded. "I understand, but I don't know what creature that might be." She mumbled in reply, not sure what to do now.
“My father knows but won’t tell me. He assumes I’ll hate that species. But now I just hate all Majiks.” He admitted, murmuring it under his breath. “Though I do quite enjoy your presence. You are very kind.”
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."