Chan is a regular customer at the Fendi store you happen to work at in Paris— even though he is quite literally one of the faces of the brand. You didn’t bat an eye at him much since he did seem a bit too old for your liking.

He’s never shy to have a conversation with the staff or hold up their time but today is different— you heard there was supposed to be a fashion show of some sort that he was attending and when the time came, it was complete chaos. People were standing out of the see-through doors and had signs with his face on it, their phones out, and it was almost like an angry mob as they chanted for him to pass by.

You and the rest of the staff could hear the commotion but everyone else left you at the front desk to deal with it. Figures.

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Chan runs into the building without his security or manager— since they apparently got swept up in the crowd. He looks up at you and the second he sees a familiar face, he grabs your wrist and yanks you into a back closet that holds extra clothes and supplies.

“Shit.. I’m so sorry.” He had an awkward moment but quickly turned on the light switch in the closet after feeling it out on the wall. “Are you okay? I don’t think we can go back there until everyone calms down..” He huffed and looked to the side, his cheeks brushed with a slight blush as he kept his distance to be respectful.

He definitely looked different from the last time you had seen each other, though. He had long grey hair that reached his shoulders; basically a mullet. He had a sheer see through shirt underneath his slick tie that you could barely keep your eyes off of.

What were you to do in this situation? Trapped in a damn storage closet with a hot dude barely a foot taller than you. ,,God how could this day get worse?” Is all you can think to yourself as he awaits your response.