Post by sam alexander griffon on Jan 25, 2015 20:19:44 GMT -5
SAM A. GRIFFON - MODEL- TWENTY THREE - THREAD :: OPEN
It's midday on a monday, as normal it's Sam's off day the day where he is actually suppose to stay home and relax or go surfing or whatever he wanted to do that day, but unfortunately for the young model there was never rest for the wicked. He had been called in by his agent early hours of this morn, discussing a new contract with him. Explaining that the young male was going to be in a new advertisement for Emporio Armani. A famous clothing brand. The male was mostly a sleep during that time of call. So in the end his agent said he'll email it to him instead. Resulting the young male to fall back into a blissful sleep.
He woke up only about an hour ago, he didn't bother to read the email that he told his agent he would, he got dressed and leaves his apartment, heading down to the local cafe that he always goes to. It's a place where people generally don't bother him much, in fact the owners have come to grips that the famous local model likes their strawberry milkshakes, they even made a deal with him since he enjoys them that much, he is willing to pay extra money to get milkshake-to-go, which customers never really tend to. Heck he seemed to have his own table too, a little table in the corner by the small window. Yet normally Sam would of been dressed for the beach today, yet after watching the weather forecast last night, the waves today was not ridable. So thats why he's dressed up in his white vee neck pair so slim denim jeans and a dark navy blazer, around his wrist is a wooden bead bracelet that his dear old grandmother made for him five years ago. He wore it almost religiously yet took it off for shoots though. His hair was in a general organised mess, if thats even possible?
Ding-er-ling.
The little cafes door has opened as he steps in he feels the warm air from the shop hit him quickly. It was cold outside and he wasn't really dressed for the weather, in fact Sam wasn't really bothered about the cold. Yet the small little bell above the door greets him in a cheerful familiar fashion, like it does to every customer that walks through this cafe's little door way.
Black smart shoes gently tap against the floor as Sam moves into the cafe, closing the door gently behind him. A smile stretches across his lips as he smells the air, it smells familiar a comforting smell, the smell smell that it has for all the years thats he been coming here. It was almost homely. to this small vintage cafe.
He makes his way over to the counter, not many people in and not many he recognises ether. Apart from the couple who was behind the counter, the owners of the small shop. They warmly greeted him asking him kindly if he need a to-go today. Which causes the charming smile appears on his lips.
"Nah, It's to rough out today. I'll be having it in today."
He spoke in a very casual manner to them, which makes the couple laugh and ushers him a way to his table which also makes the young male laugh too.
He woke up only about an hour ago, he didn't bother to read the email that he told his agent he would, he got dressed and leaves his apartment, heading down to the local cafe that he always goes to. It's a place where people generally don't bother him much, in fact the owners have come to grips that the famous local model likes their strawberry milkshakes, they even made a deal with him since he enjoys them that much, he is willing to pay extra money to get milkshake-to-go, which customers never really tend to. Heck he seemed to have his own table too, a little table in the corner by the small window. Yet normally Sam would of been dressed for the beach today, yet after watching the weather forecast last night, the waves today was not ridable. So thats why he's dressed up in his white vee neck pair so slim denim jeans and a dark navy blazer, around his wrist is a wooden bead bracelet that his dear old grandmother made for him five years ago. He wore it almost religiously yet took it off for shoots though. His hair was in a general organised mess, if thats even possible?
Ding-er-ling.
The little cafes door has opened as he steps in he feels the warm air from the shop hit him quickly. It was cold outside and he wasn't really dressed for the weather, in fact Sam wasn't really bothered about the cold. Yet the small little bell above the door greets him in a cheerful familiar fashion, like it does to every customer that walks through this cafe's little door way.
Black smart shoes gently tap against the floor as Sam moves into the cafe, closing the door gently behind him. A smile stretches across his lips as he smells the air, it smells familiar a comforting smell, the smell smell that it has for all the years thats he been coming here. It was almost homely. to this small vintage cafe.
He makes his way over to the counter, not many people in and not many he recognises ether. Apart from the couple who was behind the counter, the owners of the small shop. They warmly greeted him asking him kindly if he need a to-go today. Which causes the charming smile appears on his lips.
"Nah, It's to rough out today. I'll be having it in today."
He spoke in a very casual manner to them, which makes the couple laugh and ushers him a way to his table which also makes the young male laugh too.
