 Ama!Nabs IS NAMED MINHO & Is SO Black Panther Right Now
He breathed out a chuckle; half amused half irritated. Honestly, Ian didn't understand what was going on with his writers as of late. He liked to blame the fact that they were mostly women and that, perhaps, they were currently suffering from some kind of hormonal imbalance. It was impossible to understand the opposite sex even if he had been working under and with them for years.
Even now that he was engaged, he didn't even pretend to understand them. It wasn't like Emmanuelle was like any common woman anyways. In fact, she was infinitely more complicated and hard to please. Just what kind of life was he setting himself up for? He was a masochist. Absolutely.
"You can have mine," offered Hoshino, secretly hoping Sienna would take him up on his offer. It was very unlikely so he merely dropped it on the nearest seat, declaring it his with one act. Aware that proper introductions had to be made--introductions that were undoubtedly going to make him awkward and miserable--Ian Hoshino cleared his throat noisily. It wasn't a charming or cool move. It never was when it came to those throaty kind of noises. He was blushing before he even got a word out.
"This is Sienna Knoll, Emm--anuelle," he said, faltering at his fiancé name. "She's the co-editor of the Prophet. Emmanuelle is my fiancé," finished Ian looking at his shoes, the grass, the chairs, the distant hot balloon he was going to escape on, perhaps. "Yes."
Yes. Yes. She was. And she was going to show off her ring, wasn't she? |