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[kissphrodite]

"why are you so painful to look at? god, like..."

"why do you keep looking at me?"

"that's not the point..."

"whatever you say"

[kissphrodite]

⠀⠀ hateful enemies ──────── lovers.

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 . . . . 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

( 𓇢𓆸 )

setting: 1930's , in a busy city flourished with stock companies, fashion boutiques, and suit tailors.

characters: eleanor, raymond (oc's).

♡: business rivals.

start of dawn, 6:20 a.m.

who would've thought the sound of heels clicking, birds chirping away in that melody to put a eased soul to rest, could be part of eleanor's morning routine before even doing anything. lying on her now messy bed, hair in a twist and turn pattern as if a tornado had hit the night before.

a small room one can say. a nicely polished closet with floral wallpapers and pastel colors dancing with the dark floorboards of the sleeping woman's bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom. name it all.

the silence rang, yet sadly cut short with the heavy thump of her hat mysteriously dropping from the rack. eleanor, awakened, jolted slightly from her slumber, a bit of drool collecting on her soft yellow pillowcase. a way to describe her life is equivalent to a sunflower giving other women pieces of clothing to spread joy and praise in the city throughout. that's right, eleanor wright — owner of one of the most distinguished fashion boutiques that any can enjoy. to her, it was a second home, besides the grating nags of customers dissatisfied.

"another day of the year," she whispers upon herself as she does everytime. being a loner has its advantages. eleanor got up after questioning her choices, and began the rest of her routine: brushing her teeth, combing and curling her pretty hair (being as detail oriented as she is), applying makeup and silently critiquing the eyeliner from the smudge, picking out her blouses and a pair of bottoms that match perfectly or she'll lose her mind.

with no time to prepare breakfast, eleanor had to be sure every inch of her appearance was on point. part owner of her boutique means always look your best, even on the slowest days. finally, everything was fine. she was able to grab her coat, her hat, her purse, and leave out of her home to go to her job.

grumbling nonsense in his sleep was a man who is highly respected to other men in need of a fix with their suits. his bedsheets barely hanging on to his back. he resembled a sleeping english bulldog that gets too weary to move a muscle or a pinky. eventually, raymond elliot remembered how much he needed to stay on track with his business.

raymond loved to thread, cut, measure, every possible suit a man could dream of. for instance, his own home is overflowed with paper drawings, all different designs and materials plastered by a singular pencil.

before he could even recollect the lost dreams from his sleep, the routine starts as usual: brushing his teeth, running fingers through his hair to stylize it properly, pick out a different frame of glasses and his attire, polishing his favorite shoes. finished at the exact same time.

"let us see what brings in today," raymond mumbles as he walks out of his beloved home, and on his way to the suit tailor he now owns.

"well, what a swell morning it is, eleanor," her dear workmate cheered the second eleanor unlocked the front doors of the boutique. they both share common ideas and share equal views about certain people who come in. "it certainly is, perfect for customers here," eleanor lightly laughs in humor. cut short almost immediately when a certain name anc voice was nearby.

seemed amused by her colleague's reaction, the second owner checked ... and saw raymond, being as gleeful as ever to the passing officers and little children roaming. it made eleanor sick to her stomach. "no need to get worked up over the crust, elly, we got a business to run," the younger woman sang in contrast to eleanor's upset grumbles. if there's one thing she hates, is the lack of self awareness.

the afternoon goes by, and multiple women and men go in each building. craving for a new style that fits their wants and needs, paying as they did. it made them take pride, joy, a pat on the back if you will. but, something was off.

"why are you near my shop?" raymond stops in his tracks hearing the familiar pitch and tone of the person he had tried to avoid. all he could do is huff. "shake a leg and get away, you are already ruining my spirit," eleanor scolds again and again. raymond pinched the bridge of his nose then took off his glasses frame.

"look ....you twit..., i am only getting an bag from my trunk, should you not be inside doing your own lousy job?," raymond sighed loudly afterwards, not caring about whether eleanor responded or not. it was like an everyday thing for the two. to the point of recognizing her 'stare' schedule, where she ends up gawking raymond's store and raymond himself. nothing romantic, they hope. just wondering why they are so close. she hated it, wanted to go up to the mayor herself and demand a change.

eleanor stood stunned by raymond's spitting words. every pounding heartbeat equivalent to the curse words in her head. "lousy..? how dare you! who's to say i do not take my time as serious as you?" she scoffed harshly with a gobblesmacked expression on that delicate face. a thought that raymond would take to the grave. his ears still listening to the small rants of the fiesty woman, lips threatening to show a smug grin on the smooth skin, raising his thick eyebrows to the crown of his hair and forming faint lines on the forehead. yuck.

"yet, i manage to control my temper tantrums apart from you...," raymond mumbling ghostly whilst searchung for his bag of new materials of a suit he was working on. "apart from that, i respect your little shop, just not.....," no words or names were needed to be said but only the subtle gesture of his eyes flickering to eleanor, who was a few seconds from storming back into her boutique. and so she did. her laced gloved hands shutting the boutique doors from anger and soon found her way to the back room.

'how dare he. how dare he insult my path and not give me respect? i earn it! damn .. damn him. i will be sure to never give him a look, or a voice. never.' eleanor knew she cannot get away from raymond. the spot was perfect for those who live close. not like she desires to move away anytime soon. maybe. maybe not. it'll be boring ..... what. yes, nothing is more hair-raising than competing with raymond. what is more exciting than to see his business get less people than hers. what else should be on her mind besides .... that. nothing. damn it.

the days soon comes around for them to go home. "at last," sighing in relief to their workmates and locking the doors shut. ugh, why are their wagons so close. raymond paid no mind, opposed to eleanor. "i have to yet to figure out as to why today, you have more customers than me! my works are far better than yours! what do you have that i don't?" eleanor seemed desperate for answers. sure she has the right amount coming in, yet it did not even satisfy her. "well...," the man snuggled underneath his coat trailed off. "you must admit, i have a better business. you know it. i can see it in your face."

"oh? and why do you need to study me? for your kid drawings?" eleanor snickered mockingly.

"i study the way your eyes harden every second we are close. how your brows shake when you have nothing to say back. that is a sign of my victory," raymond finishing his perfect analysis of her. a quite noise slowly emerging from eleanor's twitching lips. why does this make her chest feel light yet heavy simultaneously? what is it..?

"you think you are so perfect. a man who is togged to the bricks, yet can not even impress anyone. i am far more superior with mine," eleanor laughed then pointed at herself with pride. though, there was a deafening silence between them. she stopped, tucking her hands into her coat pockets. "do you hoop and holler when i am around? if so, i find that quite interesting."

"go home, and do not bother me the next day," eleanor quickly but cautiously walked to her vehicle door, her heels clicking in the night sky. the same heels that raymond silently critiqued for being so unstable, making the feet wobble every step.

he pretended to look for his keys. he watched as her wagon drove away into the city. what more could he do.