Hae Yun picked up the phone from one of the talent agent's office. He twirled his deft fingers around the cord and snarled meanwhile. He hated technology. Hated it. He couldn't stand the whirring and mechanical clicks that anything seemed to set of. It annoyed him.
"
This is Po, how can I--"
"Po, where the hell are you?"
"
I'm sorry Hae Yun sir! Someone is parked in our spot. We can't pull in."
Hae Yun pinched the bridge of his nose. His already deep baritone voice got a shade deeper in annoyance. "Po, there's a convenience store two blocks away. The guy who owns it and I are friends. Give him 10.000 yen and get over here as fast as possible. I'll go see about our spot." Hae Yun slammed the phone and looked at his pocket watch again. Fifteen past the hour.
"Where the hell is that acting newb?" He growled, stomping to the entrance.
He put a cigarette at his lips. He was going to need a smoke today. Hae Yun burst from the main door and looked to his bike. Then he looked next to it. Lackeys in black garb ran to and from it. One even pushed passed him violently with a meager and pathetic, "Sorry, sir! Gotta get to the kitchens with this." So the culprit was the catering crew. Frickin' catering crew. He stepped next to his bike and lit up his cigarette, puffing calmly. If it was an event worker Hae Yun would wait patiently to yell at the boss. His lackeys were just lackeys after all. Besides, maybe that good for nothing talent would show up as well.
One of the lackeys approached Hae Yun with a shaking hand and nervous face. "S-sir?" Hae Yun quirked an eyebrow to show he was listening. "C-could you not smoke here? Your cigarette fumes will add a weird taste to our food." The make-up artist nodded sympathetically and pulled the cigarette from his lips.
"Absolutely. I understand."
Now he had to sit and wait silently, no cancer stick to assuage him. Today was going to be one hell of a day. He could feel it already.
