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Kori's smile widened and she held up her glass to cheers with the brunette. She was usually he one that begged her friends back at home to go out whenever they could. Kori was a firm believer of work hard, play hard. She worked hard...and she definitely played hard. "Cheers to adults having more fun!" She clinked her glass against the woman's and took a big gulp of her drink. She grimaced slightly and shook her head. "Although, I think they're trying to kill me with the amount of tequila is in this." She placed her glass on the bar and wiped off the condensation from her hand.

Kori stuck out her hand and smiled. "I'm Kori."

They say it's never too late to reinvent yourself, to find out who you really are. That was Kori's goal by moving to New York. She had visited plenty of times, but she knew this would be completely different. If she was being totally honest with herself, she was terrified. And had no idea what she was doing or what the future held for her. You wouldn't know it by looking at her: her ginger hair is always perfectly blown out and styled, her makeup flawless on her pale skin, and blue eyes bright and inviting to all that got caught in her gaze. She looks as though she has the perfect life, complete with the perfect wardrobe, and came from the perfect family. But that was far from the truth. Her face is familiar, one that's been seen on billboards and magazine covers. That's how she was able to come up with the means to make this big move, but not what she wanted to do with her new life.

It's been a week since she's moved and started her now job as an intern at Vogue, and it was finally Friday. She hasn't made any friends yet. All the other interns were much younger than her, and those that were her age were in higher positions over her. It's a strange dynamic that she isn't used to, but she's not the type to just sit down and sulk. So she decided to go to the bar down the street from her new Manhattan apartment. It was moody, classy and vintage and just the kind of place where you'd expect to see other professionals kick back on a Friday evening.

Kori was on her first drink, sitting at the bar. She had a black suit on with a black bustier top underneath and her favorite pair of classic black Louboutins. She looked fierce and powerful and that's exactly how she wanted to feel in this moment. She was ready to start making some connections and friends.

She turned to the stranger next to her and slightly grinned.

"I truly wish I had a better conversation starter than what I'm about to say but my brain is fried from this week so I apologize."

She chuckled softly and flipped her hair back over her shoulder before continuing. "You come here often?"

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Kori laughed and took a sip of her drink. "Only sometimes though right?" She raised an eyebrow and lifted her drink up towards the man. "Here's to choosing alcohol over sleeping." She laughed and brought her drink to her lips before taking another sip. "That's why I drink tequila." She winked.

Kori put the glass back on the bar and let out a big breathe. She was in fact pretty exhausted, and waited for the stimulant to kick in. She turned her attention back to the dark haired man next to her. He, too, looked like he could fall over at any second if he really wanted to. It was a common look around the city, she noticed. Everyone just doing their best to survive out there. "I'm Kori, by the way." She stuck out her hand, offering it to him.

They say it's never too late to reinvent yourself, to find out who you really are. That was Kori's goal by moving to New York. She had visited plenty of times, but she knew this would be completely different. If she was being totally honest with herself, she was terrified. And had no idea what she was doing or what the future held for her. You wouldn't know it by looking at her: her ginger hair is always perfectly blown out and styled, her makeup flawless on her pale skin, and blue eyes bright and inviting to all that got caught in her gaze. She looks as though she has the perfect life, complete with the perfect wardrobe, and came from the perfect family. But that was far from the truth. Her face is familiar, one that's been seen on billboards and magazine covers. That's how she was able to come up with the means to make this big move, but not what she wanted to do with her new life.

It's been a week since she's moved and started her now job as an intern at Vogue, and it was finally Friday. She hasn't made any friends yet. All the other interns were much younger than her, and those that were her age were in higher positions over her. It's a strange dynamic that she isn't used to, but she's not the type to just sit down and sulk. So she decided to go to the bar down the street from her new Manhattan apartment. It was moody, classy and vintage and just the kind of place where you'd expect to see other professionals kick back on a Friday evening.

Kori was on her first drink, sitting at the bar. She had a black suit on with a black bustier top underneath and her favorite pair of classic black Louboutins. She looked fierce and powerful and that's exactly how she wanted to feel in this moment. She was ready to start making some connections and friends.

She turned to the stranger next to her and slightly grinned.

"I truly wish I had a better conversation starter than what I'm about to say but my brain is fried from this week so I apologize."

She chuckled softly and flipped her hair back over her shoulder before continuing. "You come here often?"

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[koriwilson]

Kori raised an eyebrow slightly, instantly becoming curious about just what this man in front of her did. She recognized the look of exhaustion and stress on his face and began trying to guess. She took a sip of her drink and shook her head. "Actually, this is my first time. I moved here a week ago." She still couldn't believe that it had been a full week since she moved. So much had already happened and Kori jumped in right away, not really allowing herself to take a break. But maybe that was for the best.

Kori took another sip before offering the stranger a friendly smile. "What do you do for work?" She asked, voicing her earlier curiosity.

She stuck out her hand. "I'm Kori by the way."

They say it's never too late to reinvent yourself, to find out who you really are. That was Kori's goal by moving to New York. She had visited plenty of times, but she knew this would be completely different. If she was being totally honest with herself, she was terrified. And had no idea what she was doing or what the future held for her. You wouldn't know it by looking at her: her ginger hair is always perfectly blown out and styled, her makeup flawless on her pale skin, and blue eyes bright and inviting to all that got caught in her gaze. She looks as though she has the perfect life, complete with the perfect wardrobe, and came from the perfect family. But that was far from the truth. Her face is familiar, one that's been seen on billboards and magazine covers. That's how she was able to come up with the means to make this big move, but not what she wanted to do with her new life.

It's been a week since she's moved and started her now job as an intern at Vogue, and it was finally Friday. She hasn't made any friends yet. All the other interns were much younger than her, and those that were her age were in higher positions over her. It's a strange dynamic that she isn't used to, but she's not the type to just sit down and sulk. So she decided to go to the bar down the street from her new Manhattan apartment. It was moody, classy and vintage and just the kind of place where you'd expect to see other professionals kick back on a Friday evening.

Kori was on her first drink, sitting at the bar. She had a black suit on with a black bustier top underneath and her favorite pair of classic black Louboutins. She looked fierce and powerful and that's exactly how she wanted to feel in this moment. She was ready to start making some connections and friends.

She turned to the stranger next to her and slightly grinned.

"I truly wish I had a better conversation starter than what I'm about to say but my brain is fried from this week so I apologize."

She chuckled softly and flipped her hair back over her shoulder before continuing. "You come here often?"

@ggstarterblog

[koriwilson]

Kori laughed, shrugging one of her shoulders and took a sip of her tequila soda. She placed it on the bar before taking the man's hand and shaking it. "I guess I beat you to it. I'm Kori." Kori thought the man was good looking and thought to herself on if there were any non-model looking people in this city. Specifically Manhattan. After the draining week she had it would be easy for that thought to take over in Kori's mind but she tried not to allow it. An old habit of hers that she was still trying to break.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before continuing. "I just moved here a week ago. I figured I worked hard enough to earn a drink... or two here. I've passed by it everyday so far, it's so gorgeous!" She smiled taking another look around at the decor.

Kori took another drink and looked back at him. "What do you do, Andrew?"

They say it's never too late to reinvent yourself, to find out who you really are. That was Kori's goal by moving to New York. She had visited plenty of times, but she knew this would be completely different. If she was being totally honest with herself, she was terrified. And had no idea what she was doing or what the future held for her. You wouldn't know it by looking at her: her ginger hair is always perfectly blown out and styled, her makeup flawless on her pale skin, and blue eyes bright and inviting to all that got caught in her gaze. She looks as though she has the perfect life, complete with the perfect wardrobe, and came from the perfect family. But that was far from the truth. Her face is familiar, one that's been seen on billboards and magazine covers. That's how she was able to come up with the means to make this big move, but not what she wanted to do with her new life.

It's been a week since she's moved and started her now job as an intern at Vogue, and it was finally Friday. She hasn't made any friends yet. All the other interns were much younger than her, and those that were her age were in higher positions over her. It's a strange dynamic that she isn't used to, but she's not the type to just sit down and sulk. So she decided to go to the bar down the street from her new Manhattan apartment. It was moody, classy and vintage and just the kind of place where you'd expect to see other professionals kick back on a Friday evening.

Kori was on her first drink, sitting at the bar. She had a black suit on with a black bustier top underneath and her favorite pair of classic black Louboutins. She looked fierce and powerful and that's exactly how she wanted to feel in this moment. She was ready to start making some connections and friends.

She turned to the stranger next to her and slightly grinned.

"I truly wish I had a better conversation starter than what I'm about to say but my brain is fried from this week so I apologize."

She chuckled softly and flipped her hair back over her shoulder before continuing. "You come here often?"

@ggstarterblog

[koriwilson]

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Kori gave a slight nod in agreement and lifted up her drink as a sign of agreement. "I hear that." She took a big swig of her tequila soda and placed it back on the bar. "And here I thought I was already blending in with the natives." She shook her head and took another sip before continuing. "I just moved here a week ago. I live just down the street."

The woman in front of her was drop dead gorgeous. A number of the girls Kori worked with in the modeling world would kill to look like her, and a number of agencies would kill to have her. Kori thought about what she could possibly do for work.

"How about you? I mean, you obviously are a true New Yorker, I've caught on to how to spot you all. But do you live in Manhattan or just work over here?" She offered a warm smile. "I'm Kori, by the way."

They say it's never too late to reinvent yourself, to find out who you really are. That was Kori's goal by moving to New York. She had visited plenty of times, but she knew this would be completely different. If she was being totally honest with herself, she was terrified. And had no idea what she was doing or what the future held for her. You wouldn't know it by looking at her: her ginger hair is always perfectly blown out and styled, her makeup flawless on her pale skin, and blue eyes bright and inviting to all that got caught in her gaze. She looks as though she has the perfect life, complete with the perfect wardrobe, and came from the perfect family. But that was far from the truth. Her face is familiar, one that's been seen on billboards and magazine covers. That's how she was able to come up with the means to make this big move, but not what she wanted to do with her new life.

It's been a week since she's moved and started her now job as an intern at Vogue, and it was finally Friday. She hasn't made any friends yet. All the other interns were much younger than her, and those that were her age were in higher positions over her. It's a strange dynamic that she isn't used to, but she's not the type to just sit down and sulk. So she decided to go to the bar down the street from her new Manhattan apartment. It was moody, classy and vintage and just the kind of place where you'd expect to see other professionals kick back on a Friday evening.

Kori was on her first drink, sitting at the bar. She had a black suit on with a black bustier top underneath and her favorite pair of classic black Louboutins. She looked fierce and powerful and that's exactly how she wanted to feel in this moment. She was ready to start making some connections and friends.

She turned to the stranger next to her and slightly grinned.

"I truly wish I had a better conversation starter than what I'm about to say but my brain is fried from this week so I apologize."

She chuckled softly and flipped her hair back over her shoulder before continuing. "You come here often?"

@ggstarterblog

[koriwilson]

They say it's never too late to reinvent yourself, to find out who you really are. That was Kori's goal by moving to New York. She had visited plenty of times, but she knew this would be completely different. If she was being totally honest with herself, she was terrified. And had no idea what she was doing or what the future held for her. You wouldn't know it by looking at her: her ginger hair is always perfectly blown out and styled, her makeup flawless on her pale skin, and blue eyes bright and inviting to all that got caught in her gaze. She looks as though she has the perfect life, complete with the perfect wardrobe, and came from the perfect family. But that was far from the truth. Her face is familiar, one that's been seen on billboards and magazine covers. That's how she was able to come up with the means to make this big move, but not what she wanted to do with her new life.

It's been a week since she's moved and started her now job as an intern at Vogue, and it was finally Friday. She hasn't made any friends yet. All the other interns were much younger than her, and those that were her age were in higher positions over her. It's a strange dynamic that she isn't used to, but she's not the type to just sit down and sulk. So she decided to go to the bar down the street from her new Manhattan apartment. It was moody, classy and vintage and just the kind of place where you'd expect to see other professionals kick back on a Friday evening.

Kori was on her first drink, sitting at the bar. She had a black suit on with a black bustier top underneath and her favorite pair of classic black Louboutins. She looked fierce and powerful and that's exactly how she wanted to feel in this moment. She was ready to start making some connections and friends.

She turned to the stranger next to her and slightly grinned.

"I truly wish I had a better conversation starter than what I'm about to say but my brain is fried from this week so I apologize."

She chuckled softly and flipped her hair back over her shoulder before continuing. "You come here often?"

@ggstarterblog

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