Q: What do you expect your first meeting with your "spouse" will be like?

Chinese model Yang Xiao Long chuckled at the question as she made herself more comfortable on the provided stool in the black, interview room. She lightly shook her head as she leaned back, resting an arm against the backrest and slowly crossed her long legs, "I think it'll be fun!" She answered enthusiastically in English without the slightest hint of an accent, "I mean, I've gotten along with almost everyone I've met, so I'm not worried about our meeting being awkward."

Yang paused looking up at the ceiling for a moment as though to gather her thoughts, "Although… I guess it would be hard if my 'spouse' didn't talk though," she idly confessed before shrugging it off. "But I can work with that! My manager says that I can talk enough for two people so it should be fine!"

Sweaty palms were pressed against restlessly bouncing knees as lilac eyes apprehensively shot between the woman sitting across the table with perfect poise, the discarded health and fitness magazine on the table, the lone employer behind the counters cleaning the espresso machine, and the three cameras trained at the only two customers sitting in the café. Regardless of the number of people though, no one spoke; the only sound filling the air coming from the quiet electronic tunes that accompanied a beautiful sounding violin and soprano voice of Weiss Schnee playing on the overhead speakers, but Yang was too distracted to pay attention to it. At one point, Yang's eyes made contact with one of the crew members wearing a black t-shirt with pink lettering stating "We Got Married" behind a camera, who gestured with their hand and eyes, telling Yang to try talking again.

With a hard swallow, Yang faced the other woman once more; rubbing her hands against her jeans, partly in hope of encouraging her legs to stop moving, but mostly to wipe her palms dry.

"S-So! Weiss!" Yang winced at the sudden pitch of her voice, and coughed into her shoulder to gather herself. "I uh… I hear you're a singer?"

The crewmembers visibly cringed at the question, not even bothering to hide their pained expression.

Weiss, who had been starring at her small, paper coffee cup caressed between her porcelain fingers that she had been politely sipping from, slowly brought her lightning blue eyes to meet with Yang's as a white, perfectly shaped eyebrow slowly rose in disbelief as though asking "Are you serious?"

The pop tunes seemed to have suddenly registered in Yang's ears, causing embarrassment to swell up and make its' appearance known by turning her cheeks red. Yang let out a nervous and strained laugh as she ducked her head, "Er… Right…"

Weiss kept her eyes fixed on Yang for a few seconds, before they shifted back to look at the lid of her cup as she lifted it and took a quiet sip.

Yang wondered just how much of the dark liquid was poured into that cup, as Weiss had been sipping from it since before Yang sat down about an hour ago. It had also been the only thing the singer did as she sat in silence while Yang continued making a fool of herself.

The model couldn't believe that before entering the café, she had been looking forward to this ever since her manager brought it up a few months back after completing a runway. She had thought that being on the popular fake-marriage reality television show would be fun; to act like a loving and caring wife to someone she had never or barely met before, as she was certain it would be entertaining to watch their face contort through different shades of embarrassment. Even more so that the two would have to live together for nearly half a year, Yang had compared it to be what a rooming with someone in college would be like.

Which was, exactly the complete opposite of what her manager hoped for. Her manager had wanted her to go on the show so Yang's fans would see how there was more to Yang than just her goofiness and humor, that she could be serious.

Though, after the past hour of sitting in mostly awkward silence as Yang continued making obvious and stupid, cringe inducing remarks, she was certain that there was more than enough footage to show fans that there was WAY more to her than just goofiness.

Like being desperate, awkward, flustered, and embarrassing. It was actually very painful for the film crew to watch, though a few of them could empathize with the model's situation. After all, locking up when in the face of famous Pop singer, Weiss Schnee, could hardly be held accountable.

Yang mentally heaved a despairing sigh as she tried to think of a way to rid the awkward air between her and Weiss. She eyed the other's coffee cup, "So… uh… you've been drinking that for a while. What did you get? Is it good?"

Weiss seemed to freeze, sitting up even straighter and stiffer than before upon hearing the question.

The sight made Yang perk in excitement at the prospect of possibly rallying a small conversation.

During the entire hour the two had spent in front of each other, Weiss had not spoken once, merely lifting an eyebrow or glancing up at Yang before sipping from her cup. So eliciting a different reaction made the model feel a bit giddy.

Q: You were really quiet when you met Yang, do you not like her?

Weiss Schnee stared at the interviewer with a stoic face, her lightning blue eyes sharp as they stared undeterred and unblinking. With one leg crossed over the other while her hands sat folded together in her lap and a ramrod straight back, she was the very picture of her fan made title, "Ice Princess".

"It's not that I don't enjoy her company. Yang is just…" Weiss began, her eyes quickly glancing down to her hands in thought. "…Not what I quite expected. I have seen her on the front page of the occasional magazine, it would be rather difficult to not recognize her with how often she is featured on or in one, and I admit that I have had nothing but positive thoughts on those images. That being said, she is quite different than she is portrayed in her photographs."

Q: What do you mean?

"Well, she's always made to look… Sexually appealing, while typically wearing a rather annoying smirk in each of her photographs. I'm not criticizing the work, but she is very different than how she is portrayed. While she is incredibly gorgeous, she is also rather…. Cute." Weiss confessed, her cheeks tinting in embarrassment. "Her attentiveness and curiosity to myself and her sense of humor has been rather flattering. Again, it was rather unexpected and it made me feel nervous. I had absolutely no idea how to act, much less what to say in fear of making a fool of myself. So I simply thought that, if I were to perhaps stay silent the entire time, I could avoid such a mess."

She looked down at her hands once more, her thumbs fiddling against each other as she tried to gather her thoughts. "In hindsight… That might not have been the best idea at the time…" Weiss said, though it seemed as though it was directed at herself as opposed to the interviewer. "She must think that I was being somewhere along the lines of rude… though perhaps not as eloquently…"

Weiss brought her gaze back up to the interviewer, "Except, if I'm being honest, my silence didn't prevent me from acting so." She confessed, bringing a closed hand up to her mouth and coughed to clear her throat, though the gesture was mainly to cover her rising blush. "My cup had been empty during the entirety of our stay and I merely kept it to help provide me with a distraction."

Weiss stiffly sat in her seat, her hands still clutched around her empty cup as her mind raced to figure out what to say to the gorgeous woman sitting across from her without sounding like some sort of idiot. Thus far, she had been able to successfully make it through their first meeting without showing any faults, but Yang seemed eager to test that by asking about the cup's contents.

If Yang found out that the cup had been empty the entire time, Weiss wasn't sure what she would do.

… Probably die of embarrassment.

No. Death by embarrassment was not an option for the pop singer. For one, Weiss refused to pass before obtaining her EGOT; for another, it was simply much to shameful to pass in such a manner.

She had to think, she had to find a way to divert Yang's attention away from the cup. The discarded Health and Fitness magazine on the table caught Weiss's eye, and recalled reading a short interview on Yang's diet and exercise regimen earlier on while Weiss was flipping through before the model's arrival. "I was under the impression that you weren't interested in caffeinated substances." Weiss stated, removing a hand from her cup to tap on the magazine, indicating where she obtained her information.

Yang's eyes widened, most likely in surprise at Weiss's sudden admission after being on the receiving end of nothing but silence during the entire time frame. Almost immediately, her expression shifted as a large, rather charming, grin engulfed her face, causing dimples to form.

Adorable.

"No, I am. But I'm more interested into- I mean. You're more interested-" The model began stuttering, tripping over her own tongue as she tried to get the words out.

It was obvious to Weiss that Yang was attempting to say a pick up line, just like the few other times she had previously tried though, Yang seemed to have trouble actually delivering the line out loud. The sight was rather endearing, and Weiss found that she was feeling incredibly flattered from the fact that Yang was trying so hard.

Afraid that Yang would catch the goofy smile that was threatening to make itself known, Weiss brought up her empty cup to her mouth and pretended to drink from it once more to help collect herself.

By the time Weiss had gently placed the cup back down, Yang seemed to have decided to stop her attempt as she ducked her head and began fidgeting her fingers.

"I just… Wanted to get to know you better…" Yang mumbled as she pulled her hair over her shoulder and idly played with the ends of her golden locks.

Weiss felt heat erupting into her cheeks and the corner of her lips beginning to tug up and across her face at the sight and statement, so she had no other choice but to hurriedly bring her cup to her lips, nearly causing the lid to clink against her teeth as she tried to help hide her face and compose herself.

Yang is just way too cute.

…Yang was going to be the death of her.

Q: So what was your first impression of Weiss?

Yang stared dumbly at the interviewer, her lilac eyes in a state of disbelief as she sat stiffly on her chair, her legs loosely spread in front of her with her hands resting on her knees.

"She is way too fucking pretty." Yang blurted out, causing one of the crewmembers to choke on air as they snorted.

The model turned her attention toward the member, "You think this is funny? Have you seen her? Look at her! She is really pretty! Like. REALLY pretty. And when I first saw her, I saw SPARKLES." She faced the interviewer once more, her face serious. "SPARKLES!" She repeated, still in disbelief.

"As in… Gay. Ass. MOTHERFUCKING. SPARKLES." She enunciated with her eyes widening a fraction with each emphasis. "She's just so pretty that I-" Yang slumped over her legs with a long sigh, sliding her arms to allow her elbows to rest on her knees as she ran a hand over the top of her head, combing her hair back and holding it there to show her despair as she blankly stared at the ground.

"I didn't know what to do or what to say, so I kept acting stupid and asking stupid questions and making myself look stupid." She breathed heavily through her nose, raising her head as she looked helplessly into the camera. "I didn't think this stuff could actually happen."

Her eyes slowly wandered over to the back of the room, not looking at anything in particular, as her hand came back down to cover her lower face in contemplation. "I might be in trouble..."

AN: We Got Married is an actual Korean show.