YOU ARE SO LUCKY LUCKY ON YOUR FIRST DAY.
WHO: Ludwig, Juanita, Tino and Berwaldo. Kiku's not even supposed to be here.
WHEN: Monday morning. (July 26th)
WHERE: Euforia, gurlfren.
WHAT: Training... the new kid.
In a way, the young Juan Pedro de León reminded Ludwig a bit of someone.
Himself.
He went to a good school and earned himself a nice, fancy schmancy degree, and it was all for naught because there weren't any jobs waiting for him. So Mr. de León had come to Euforia with almost zero applicable experience on a recommendation from one of their employees. By sheer luck there was one opening they were all too willing to push the boy toward. In fact, there had always been an opening as assistant to the style director, but for some reason that Ludwig couldn't comprehend, most of his assistants had quit, asked to be transferred to the mail room, or simply stopped showing up after about a week or so.
"Now that I've briefly gone over my procedure-" It had taken at least an hour, and he had made his assistant take notes the entire time. "-do you have any questions?" Ludwig pointed a ballpoint pen at Juan. It was then he noticed something... off. His eyes traveled a little lower than his face, down to his tie, and zeroed in on the remnants of Mr. de León's breakfast. "You have crumbs on your shirt, by the way."