Gotta Be You

"So, what is your ideal type?" the host queried. Sandra smiled widely as if she'd heard the most wonderful question. "I like Phoenix," she responded straightforwardly with a delectable smile plastered on her lips. The host seemed very surprised, and so the audience wasn't able to refrain from gasping loudly. The former then tilted her head as she looked at her intently."Phoenix? The hitmaker producer?" she asked as if she wasn't sure if she heard it right. "The one and only," Sandra shrugged as her smile got even wider with eyes twinkling brightly like a star in the night sky. "As far as I know, Phoenix hasn't revealed his face in public," the host muttered, "Do you happen to know him personally?" she inquired with obvious intrigued written on her face. Sandra Mendez shook her head, but the sweet smile still plastered on her pretty face, "No, but I badly want to meet him tho" "How did he become your ideal guy then, if you haven't seen him?" "I don't have any ideals when it come

Sebastian wanted to stand and leave that fucking place right away when Sandra sat beside Levi. He wanted to straddle his friend right at the moment for setting him up with her, despite knowing how much he hated it to be involved with someone like the woman in front of him. The very reason as to why he kept on refusing Simon to make an appointment to meet up with her. "You didn't tell me you brought a friend," Sandra said sweetly as her eyes landed on Sebastian, smoldering him with that amused gaze. However, he avoided it almost immediately because he didn't want to have eye contact with her. Good thing, the waiter came just right on time and gave them the menu as they all seated properly. He took that opportunity as an excuse for his action. But still, as he pretended to be having trouble on choosing the food to order, he could feel the woman's gaze was glued on him, making his brows form in deep furrow, whilst he was doing his best ignoring it and pretending to focus his whole atten

'Shit' Sebastian blinked for a couple of times and even rubbed his eyes to confirm that it didn't deceive him. But his brother's voice lingered around and everyone in the cafeteria looked curiously at Simon's weirdness. "Sis Sandra!" he shouted as he ran towards the table where the two were seated. Levi and Sandra, who was wearing a huge hoodie to cover her face, were both startled as Simon approached them. The latter shamelessly sat beside Sandra while wearing a creepy smile. "Simon," Levi warned, but the stubborn guy just ignored him. "You're scaring her," he said, but again, he was being ignored as if Simon didn't hear nor see him. Sandra pulled her hoodie downward and tried to hide her face more, but it was a futile attempt for Simon quickly grabbed her hand and shook it unceremoniously, making her gasped in surprised. "I've met you, finally!" the guy exclaimed in full bliss as if there's a miracle happened just in front of his naked eyes. Sandra couldn't utter a word. She w

“Why?” Mr. Park asked, incredulously. Sebastian raked his hair then shrugged, “I cannot handle two names. That will be weird seeing Sebastian Lee and Phoenix collaborated when they are both me,” he explained trying to pin point his main problem. Mr. Park laughed, looking very amused as ever that made him frowned deeper. He didn't like how his boss sees it as a funny reason. “I have not thought of that,” Mr. Park chortled. “I'm going to talk to Sandra about that then. But don't expect that your secret will be safe with me when she asked for your reason” He mentally cursed. That's what he's fucking afraid of. He didn't want anyone, especially that Sandra Mendez to know he's Phoenix, for a simple reason that he didn't trust her. She's very influential and her words were well trusted by general public, as though when she says 'It's not true', they will easily believe it even there's an evidences of it being true. He wanted to live peacefully without something to think about, except f

Sebastian settled himself comfortably on the chair near the glass wall of the cafeteria, as he sipped his favorite strawberry frappuccino while waiting for the sun to set. He could say that it was the only place in the Empire building that can quite relax him. It used to be his studio tho, but for some effing reason, that supposed haven of his suddenly became his stress extractor. He clicked his tongue as he thought about it. Then, his eyes landed on the people hurling outside the building, patiently waiting to have a glimpse of their favorite artist's presence. Shaking his head, he cringed. He really can't understand why those people were doing that. Was a freaking glimpse of the artists' presence worth the long and exhausting wait? They're not even sure if they will see those they've been waiting for. It's like waiting for the bird that once stayed on the attic of their house and left the other day without them knowing if it's going to come back or not anymore. He was busy watching