[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UkEbgIb.png[/img][h2][color=99A7D8]Lucian[/color][/h2][h3][hr]~1435 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE[hr][/h3][/center]
Being called "cheese boy" didn't really phase Lucian. He was too busy eating cheese to properly parse out what Vera said. It could have just as easily been "cheese, boy" which was an equally ambiguous statement. So, Lucian did what he did best: he shot Vera one of his patented magazine cover smiles as if she were his photographer. It was, of course, the exact wrong meaning of "cheese boy."

Quite a problem occurred directly after.

His wrist had been grasped; he was dragged away from his earthly delights. In one last panicked hurrah, he grabbed as many cheese cubes as he could with his open hand and shoved them into his pockets. He wouldn't be taken away from them that easily.

What a surprise when his brain cells finally eventually caught up to his current predicament. A familiar face. A desolate corner. A pocket full of cheese.

[color=99A7D8]"I'm dead?"[/color] Lucian instantly responded in a puzzled tone. For someone who had the mind of a sieve, simple facts often escaped him. It also didn't help that Lucian's death had occurred during a blackout. No pain, no suffering; it was just waking up in a strange place after binge drinking.

He looked around with a confused expression. There was an odd glance here and there, but it wasn't like the old days when all eyes were on the unpredictable accidentally-a-diva model that took up swathes of gossip articles. He still had to be invisible, right? Even if Lucian wasn't the best at controlling his innate reaper abilities, he still had the instinctual ability to be invisible.

[color=99A7D8]"You can see me, Celeste?"[/color] He followed up his first question with another.

Uncharacteristically, Lucian was able to remember a name after so long (or short; he didn't really keep track of time even before his death). Simply put, models knew models. It was like some secret society like the Freemasons. Except, you know, it was full of attractive people. Without a reminder of their past, though, he'd just skirt around any specifics.

He really didn't know what to say. However, in true Lucian fashion, he knew that someone else might.

[color=99A7D8]"Manage-"[/color] He paused. She wasn't there for him anymore. Next best person. [color=99A7D8]"Vera?"[/color] He spoke out loud with the expectation that she was already in ear shot.