Korean Blood

Take Off 2

After ten minutes of gazing at this enormous house with millions of questions floating through their minds, Cyra broke the silence finally realizing they had arrived at the restaurant.

"I think this is the place."

Immediately Beatrice's eyes snapped from looking at the impressive home to the equally impressive restaurant. It didn't take both of them long to realize just how upscale this place truly was.

"Is this a restaurant or a goddamn museum?" Beatrice asked with a confused look on her face.

To make matters worse a white stretch limousine pulled up across from the restaurant, and out came a group of four people dressed as if they were going to walk a red carpet.

Even from afar, Cyra could recognize that they were all draped in designer brands from head to toe but there was one person who struck her interest. A tall red-haired woman who was wearing an emerald green maxi dress with black diamond-covered heels. Something about that woman looked familiar but she couldn't figure it out.

As the group began to approach the restaurant Cyras's view became even clearer and the unidentified red-haired woman's face became very clear. Cyras heart dropped as she was able to immediately identify the woman.

"How the hell did I not notice who she was, it's Korean fashion week for heaven's sake...of course, Emily Kang would be here" Cyra screamed in her mind as she could not believe the rumors about Emily's appearance were true.

A feeling of embarrassment washed over Cyra as her fashion design idol Emily Kang breezed past her leaving behind the scent of Chanel number nine, not even making eye contact with her.

"This is the absolute worst day of my life." Cyra cried to Beatrice as they watched her enter the restaurant.

"What's up with them?" Beatrice asked in confusion, "That was Emily Kang Beatrice, one of the youngest designers for Lottie Butiiow. She was on Forbes thirty under thirty, five times. She was a top headlining celebrity and fashion icon all over the world until one day she randomly disappeared from all social media and runways. People say she got pregnant and ran off with the father of her child or that she got married and wanted to leave the limelight to be a wife. No matter why she left she still was a big inspiration to me. She was my inspiration for the designs that got me into fashion school. But of course, she had to see me standing in an oversized pink sweatsuit with airplane hair. I don't know if I'm more embarrassed or ashamed!"

"...........Solo quiero comer." Beatrice sighed. (I just wanna eat)

"We will, we will but I have to change clothes. There is no way Emily is going to see me dressed like this again." Withoutwating for a response Cyra walked into the restaurant and up to the host's table.

“Excuse me, sir, is there a bathroom I can use?" Cyra asked in a hurry.

"I'm sorry our bathrooms are strictly for paying customers only." The man said, staring at both Cyra and Beatrice and their luggage.

"We are customers though." Beatrice Spat.

"Well, then are you here to dine or on business." He asked.

"Business?" Beatrice asked.

“We have private meeting rooms on the second floor for those who want to have a private dining experience without interruptions. However, I don't believe you ladies are looking for that." The man said in a judgmental tone.

"You're right we are not looking for a business room but like I said a second ago I am looking for a bathroom or even a changing room. I have to get out of these terrible clothes." Cyra pleaded with the man.

"Well that is a wonderful Idea, however, our bathroom stalls are very small and there would be no room for you to change clothes. But fear not I can allow you to use the chaining rooms that our performers use, it'll just be quite the walk.

"The walk does not matter to me, I just need to change," Cyra assured him.

"Well then if you follow this hallway to the right and then take a left down the next hallway you will end up in a room with a large chandelier and multiple sets of stairs. You will want to take the set of green carpeted stairs to the top and in the door will be the changing room. However, make sure you do not go in any of the other rooms as they are strictly for business." The waiter warned Cyra.

"So about those business rooms, are there a bunch of rich people upstairs right now?" Beatrice asked with a money-hungry look on her face.

"Umm I cannot disclose that information ma'am I can only offer you a room if you would like your own." He said

"Well how much is a room, you never know...I may be interested." She said in a sassy voice.

"One million." He plainly stated.

"One million won?! Isn't that like 800 US dollars? That's a lot of money for a room sir." Beatrice seethed.

"No ma'am you seem to be mistaken," He paused with a smile pulling across his face. " Each room cost one million US dollars excluding your meal."

Beatrice's face filled with terror as she processed what the man had just told her.

Cyra however was hysterical as she could tell Beatrice was embarrassed.

"Listen B," Cyra said, still laughing "I'm going to take my luggage and go change and you and I can share an appetizer when I get back, Okay."

Beatrice shook her head in defeat and allowed the man to lead her to a table at the farthest end of the restaurant. Once they disappeared into the distance Cyra grabbed her suitcase and walked down the hallway to the right of her just like the man said.