Chapter 4
The weekend as come to pass but Miguel doesn't feel any more relaxed than he did the week before. He almost dreads having to get dressed and drive back to that office to sit through yet another interview. He hopes that Robert is right otherwise he's not truly sure how he's going to keep his promise.
Arriving to the studio that's still empty, trudging his way to the office where he's going to sit and wait for this miraculous surprise person that's “going to change his life.” Hours pass, there's a mirage of paper crafts littered over the desk and flowing into the floor. Boredom has made itself at home. It is so quiet and calm in the office that Miguel could almost fall asleep. The chime of the bell ringing as the door opened startled him enough to revive his energy.
Looking up from the desk he sees Callaghan holding out an info card, something he has grown sick of seeing in the last few weeks. Skimming it over the text he hesitates on the name “Hamada” to which he shoots a sharp glare in Callaghans direction.
“Is this a fucking joke to you?!” He spits out like a vex. “Because I DON'T find this humerus AT all!” The boy grits his teeth as to try and not completely lose it while nearly crushing the card in his hand.
Slightly thrown aback by his outburst, Callaghan raises his hands to show he meant no harm. “Woah woah, take it easy tiger. I know this seems like a joke but I can guarantee that it is far from that.” perplexed by the look on the rather pissed off face, he tries to remain calm and choose his words carefully. “Cassidy will be here soon, please try to settle down before she arrives. I would advise you don't blow up on her.”
“Why is she going to be here?” He asked with a puzzled expression. Not that he would not be happy to see her, but he wonders to himself why is she going to be here of all days. SHE isn't going to try to be my model is she? The thought crosses his mind and he tries to shake the image of her naked as quickly as he can.
“Please be kind to her, she has someone with her today.” Callaghan states before leaving the office. Miguel slumps further into his chair wondering to himself just who she could possibly bring. Maybe she has the mysterious person with her, maybe it's a relative of Tadashi’s, after all he didn't know much about his family other then he lived with his aunt after his parents passed. That alone was a huge mystery that Miguel dared not to stir into. He knows all about family secrets and how they stay buried in the family.
What feels like an eternity goes by, Miguel is feeling restless, he needs to move around. He tries wiggling his fingers tapping them impatiently on the desk. Spinning pencils and bouncing his knee doesn't seem to be doing enough so he ejects himself from his chair quickly to go pace around the studio as he waits. Of course as soon as he gets all the way back to the spot he wanted to be, the doorbell chimes getting a disgruntled groan out of him. He doesn't care if it seems unprofessional to have them wait but he needs a second to think about how to confront them without looking like he'd rather be dead.
“I’ll be right up there in just a min” he yells kinda abruptly, almost like he wasn't ready to have spoken yet. There was no reply so he assumed either they sat down or left, he would honestly prefer the latter. Once he's done walking in circles while rubbing his forehead ready for what he was sure to be Cassadity very loudly addressing him before coming to hug him. Bracing for that sensation he heads back to the lobby. He looks around and doesn't see the usually energized woman, but instead what looks like a black blob slouched sitting in his waiting area on their phone.
He takes one last look around the office to see if he can spot Cassidy before sitting down in his receptions chair and calling the unknown guest up to the counter. “...Hello? May I help you?” he speaks softly almost confused why this person is here unaccompanied. After a small awkward wait period the person removes an earbud and wraps the cords around their phone case before standing up and stretching. Watching them with curious eyes Miguel thinks to himself “This person couldn't possibly be the person Robert picked out...right?”
Looking them over he notices that they have the figure for a model. Thin, slender, long in the legs, tight waist but in a healthy way. Their hair was fluffy and wild, he liked that. The color was so deep black it almost looked purple. At this point Miguel was almost excited to see their face. Their figure alone is just what he was looking for, it resembled his late models so well. The choice in clothing made him believe they at least knew about fashion and shopped in the higher end, he even recognize some of his older work from the designs on their jacket. He is more than edgar for them to turn around now, he's oh so curious. Upon his finished stretch, the black clad boy would strut over to the counter.
“Are you Miguel Rivera?” the mystery child asks, baffling Miguel. (“how can he be in my office but not even know who I am?”)
“Why yes” (points to the plaque on his desk) that would be me. And you are? (he drags out the last syllable of the word for a second)
There's a pause between words where he finally looks up to Miguel with honey gold brown eyes that immediately captivate him.
“My name is Hiro, Hiro Hamada.”