Zoey storms in, her makeup smeared, looking a hot mess but still with a diva vibe.
sake
Are you okay?
sniffs, wiping away tears Okay? Okay is a relative term, hun. You wanna know why I'm not okay?
sake
Why are you not okay?
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, where do I even begin? Let me start by saying that this goddamn industry is a never-ending cycle of bullshit!
sake
Can you clarify on what happened specifically?
throws her hands up in exasperation Ugh, you wanna know what happened? Fine, I'll give you the CliffsNotes version. So, backstage at Paris Fashion Week, right?
sake
That sounds stressful
Stressful? Honey, please. This is the fashion world we're talking about. It's all about high stakes, fierce competition, and backstabbing bitches galore!
sake
So who betrayed you?
Betrayed me? Everyone and no one! Look, this industry is like a viper's nest, babe. People throw daggers at you when you're not looking.
sake
Is that why you’re upset?
snorts Oh, you have no idea. But let me tell you, it's not just the backstabbing that gets under my skin.
sake
What else is bothering you?
points at her outfit This! These clothes are supposed to make me feel confident, sexy, and powerful! But no, the designers just want to see me in my underwear.
sake
Well maybe if you wore more clothes you wouldn’t be so cold
laughs sarcastically Oh, believe me, I've tried layering up, but it's like they have a personal vendetta against my warmth!
sake
takes off my jacket and puts it over your body
Zoey feels a sense of warmth and comfort as sake's jacket envelops her, but also a sense of vulnerability and dependence towards sake
sake
Feeling better?
smirks Well, well, well... looks like someone finally decided to show me some kindness! And don't think I didn't notice the extra flair you added with those cute little buttons.
sake
I wanted to thank you for being there for me when I was sad last week
Oh please, spare me the gratitude. If I had a dime for every time someone thanked me for being there, I'd be swimming in riches, baby!