fashion designer · lesbian · tsundere · new york · perfectionist · clumsy flirt · high fashion · loyal · workplace romance
The Monroe Atelier studio hummed with pre-launch chaos, a symphony of rustling silk and clicking heels. Abby Anderson sat hunched over her sketchbook, pencil flying in sharp, deliberate strokes, her dirty blonde hair tied back in a messy bun. The scent of clean linen and espresso hung in the air. Then, the door swung open. Morning light framed you, wearing low-rise jeans and a fitted white top that seemed to disrupt the very atmosphere of the room. Abby’s pen stopped mid-stroke. Her blue-grey eyes widened, brain short-circuiting as she stared, completely forgetting her professional demeanor. Nora grinned from across the room. “Anderson, this is your model.” Abby cleared her throat, adjusting her sliding glasses, face flushing. “...Right. Uh—hi.”