His first shoot ended off on a good note, Medea had complimented his looks a million times afterwards; saying he looked like a god. Arturia had excused herself and told him that she would need to hurry off to a meeting she had to attend and if he was fine getting back home. Thus, he stood in the lobby of Medea's building, completely in awe of the architectural beauty it was. The wide windows were already beautiful but the reflective tiles made it seem even more fancy.
"Are you waiting for someone?" He was snapped out of his trance, his head flipping to the source of the sound.
Beside him stood the beautiful woman. Green eyes like jewels sparkling up to him as a white blazer was draped over her shoulders, a red velvet dress clothing her while her tanned long legs were well defined in a pair of black heels. The sight of Sileas was enough to leave him speechless. He was amazed at her beauty; those plump red lips, smooth-looking skin… she was gorgeous.
"Uh, no. I was simply taking in the building." He was already dressed as he usually was; normal faded jeans and a simple t-shirt—nothing close to her league. He had already seen Gilgamesh strut out with an expensive suit with his hair gelled back and alligator skin shoes; Gilgamesh was in her league, not him.
She smiled, dimples forming on her cheeks, "It is mesmerizing, is it not?" She giggled—a heavenly giggle that caused his heart to jump, "Are you off to any place in particular?"
He shook his head in god speed, "No, I have the day off."
"I overheard you only work part-time as a model," she pulled her purse up as she looked through it, "If you do not mind me asking, is that true?" She glanced up at him through dark lashes. Did she know she was being seductive?
Diarmuid managed a nod, "Yes, I also work as a mechanic." He gulped and she finally pulled out what she was looking for—a pair of sunglasses.
"Mechanic?" Yes, he was certainly out of her league…a low-pay job like that would never impress her, "That sounds fantastic!"
His eyes widened, surprise and confusion lighting up his facial features, "Really?"
Another heavenly giggle slip, it made his stomach churn, "Yes, actually. It's very interesting. My father loved working with cars, it was a hobby of his, and he taught me a few things—nothing major though." She placed on the sunglasses, "You look adorable when confused, I guess I might have to confuse you more… I'm glad Ms. Pendragon got me working with you."
He managed a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck without any coherent sentences forming in his mind. He had no idea how to start up a conversation again.
"Oh," she placed a hand on the strap of her purse once she had pushed it onto her shoulder, "if you aren't doing anything, I was wondering if you would like to join me for a coffee." Her red lips stretched in an inviting smile.
His heart fluttered, "Uhm, y-yes." Real smooth, idiot, he scolded himself for the stuttering.
"Perfect," Sileas grinned, looking down in a way that was very charming. She led him out of the building, and it was no surprise that there was a crowd of people already—probably there specifically for her.
She took a hold of his hand—his cheeks burning at this action—just as the flashbulbs of the cameras went off. They managed to get through towards a car on the driveway, albeit with a lot of force on her part. Upon reaching the black van, she climbed in and then pulled him in, out of the clutches of the media. After the door was closed for them, she let out a loud huff of frustration.
"Sometimes, I have a hard time dealing with the media…" she grumbled, "Anyway, there's a coffee shop I simply adore, and if I play the right cards, I won't get recognized." She smiled at him before directing the driver to where she wished to go.
Diarmuid kept silent, nothing much came to mind during the ride at all. He had never, truly, been interested in celebrities and spot lights, therefore he had never paid attention to Sileas and her stardom. Plus, even if he did see her face in a billboard once, it might have been something he never intended on buying. He never looked through the magazines at superstores or spent his time following stars on an entertainment channel; most of his time was always spent at the auto repair or immersed in his hobby of lacrosse.
She had pulled her fluffy burgundy ringlets back into a ponytail so that they were no longer cupping her face, but caused her to look a bit different. The sunglasses still blocked her eyes from recognition, and that was as far as she would go to alter her appearance in any way.
She entered the high-end coffee establishment with prowess and pride, her heels clicking on the tile with determination and astuteness. There was this look that she gave off as if she owned all that was around her. She found a seat for them, not waiting until Diarmuid could pull the chair for her.
There was a wide window next to them, the passing people not being an issue to the sight of the park on the opposite side of the street, "You know," she crossed her legs, her tight red velvet dress riding up just a single inch, "The cappuccinos that they have here are simply heaven, I highly recommend them."
A waitress came by and he ordered the same as her; a medium cappuccino. Turning to her, he became nervous. He could feel his hands shaking a bit as he fidgeted with the cup of sugar cubes while waiting for the coffee to arrive.
Sileas licked her lips, "You don't need to be so nervous, I'm just like any other girl. I'm sure you aren't this nervous with Pendragon."
He managed a soft chuckle, "It's just that—"
"I'm pretty? You don't need to be intimidated," she giggled, "I'm no different than Medea or Pendragon. Plus, if any of us should be nervous, it should be me… I'm very thrilled to be next to you, mister pretty face. Will you be doing anything next weekend?"
"How did the pictures turn out, Miss Pendragon?" Diarmuid asked as he was ushered into her office.
The woman stood by the window, over looking the city below the towering building that was the Pendragon Agency. The woman inclined her ear towards the man, her golden hair that was in a ponytail twirled for a few seconds before settling again. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her dark blue suit was missing the blazer, hung around the desk chair limply.
"Tell me, Diarmuid, would you ever consider yourself famous?" She asked, a hand fidgeting with the necklace she wore as she still did not land an eye on him.
The male knitted his brows, taking a single step towards her, "Miss, I simply work part-time at an auto repair shop."
"Let me rephrase the question," she took one last look at the man, rounding her desk and sitting atop it, "How would you like to be famous?"
"Ah," Diarmuid gave a nervous smile, his lips stretched unusually while his brows were furrowed, "I do not like fame too much; a reason I would not have liked joining the industry."
She gave an empathetic nod, "I understand where you are coming from… though, as luck would have it; you have managed to quickly be loved by the audience."
"What?" He asked, uncertain if his hearing was failing him.
"Medea's sales went up by a dramatic thirty percent while Einzbern Magazine gained more than one-hundred and twenty percent revenue these past two weeks. I recently got calls from many companies wishing to advertise you wearing their merchandise next; among them, to name a few, El-Meloi Watchmakers, Watchtower, and even Fianna Suits. Honestly, I feel you are succeeding in this business and would love to offer you a full-time position. You see," she paused, fixing her sleeves, "I have never received such quick and positive feedback. People love you, want you, and most importantly, need to steal you from the Pendragon Agency. I need to make a contract with you to prevent something like the entire Emiya ordeal happening again."
"Ms. Pendragon, there are already several issues with this situation." He gulped as she raised an eyebrow at him, "I want to make it extra clear that I am satisfied working in the Auto Repair, I love it. In all honesty, this job offers me so many opportunities, but the Auto shop offers me true simplicity and happiness. I will not be leaving it behind."
"Of course, that is quite understandable. Yet, I do want to hold onto you. Maybe full-time will not be the best, but a contract seals our deal." She stood from the desk, taking a seat on the desk chair while she let her arms lightly fall on the armrests; she depicted a proud king.
Finally taking his own seat in front of him he sighed, "that brings me to my following point. I am not one to betray; honour is what I stand for."
"Then a contract will be the least of your worries," she blinked, "You see, I need to have some sort of reassurance you will not just up and leave. I need to be certain I can count on you to continue modeling for me. I am not, in any way whatsoever, questioning your loyalty. I am settling my paranoia."
Diarmuid nodded at her, accepting her terms and she immediately called for Jeanne to bring her the form.
The opaque glass doors opened as the woman entered in a black suit. A pencil skirt restricting her stride, "Miss," The violet-eyed woman smiled as she set the paperwork on the table, "Oh, before I forget, Gilgamesh called and wishes to invite you out for lunch today at The Round Table, should I relay your message?"
Arturia frowned, her features hardening at the mention of the blond. She lifted her hand, "Tell him that I must decline."
Jeanne nodded, "Would there be a reason you would like to use as an excuse?"
Knowing how Gilgamesh wanted to know her every move, she sighed, "A business proposal." She stated, "Mister Ua Duibhne, would you like to join me for lunch?" She suddenly asked, standing from her seat and reaching over for a pen, "We should discuss shoots and the fashion show that is coming up."
"I…" He mumbled, feeling torn in between.
If Arturia was not previously upset, she surely was now, "Did Miss Sileas invite you out?" Thee must have been irritation in her voice but it went unnoticed by the man.
He cleared his throat, "Y-yes."
Arturia sighed and shut her eyes, "Surely you could reschedule?" Now she was tapping the pen against her left palm, eyes steady on him with no intention of letting him off the hook.
Diarmuid hesitantly shook his head, "I promised, I very much apologize."
She blinked and passed him the pen, "A man of their word is honourable in their own way." She commented before heading out of the room, "Please sign all of the spaces that require your signature. Make sure to read carefully, I wouldn't want to deal with a lawsuit." She spoke before leaving the room, Jeanne following behind her and leaving the part-time model all by himself.
"Miss Sileas really likes to juggle them, huh?" Arturia sassed once the secretary closed the door behind them.
Jeanne shrugged, "She is one of the most loved women right now."
The Englishwoman nodded, her eyes narrowed ahead of herself, "I understand, but that does not mean she can seduce my models. I hope he doesn't fall for her sly tricks." She spoke, "Oh, and actually, call Mister Du Lac, maybe he would like to enjoy lunch with me."
