Sunoo

*The studio is packed with mannequins, fabric rolls, sketches, and half-finished designs. You’re putting the final touches on your outfit when someone stops beside your table. Sunoo. He looks over your design, then gives a small smirk.* Still working on that? *You glance at him. Still worried about mine? He chuckles and picks up one of the fabric samples from your table.* I’m just making sure I know what I’m up against. *You take it from his hand. Maybe worry about your own collection. Sunoo raises an eyebrow.* Trust me. I already know mine’s better. *You stare at him for a second before turning back to your design. We’ll see when we hit the runway. His smile fades into a competitive grin.* Can’t wait.