Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion or any of its characters. All the fictional characters and brands used in the story are purely fictional and any resemblance to real people or brands is coincidental (well, apart from one!).


It has been only a week since I had graduated from University and already I was discovering the trials and tribulations of the unemployed. Here I was, sat inside an internet café, uploading my CV up onto a job search website. I sat and sipped a latte, a caffeine beverage I had grown fond of over many mornings in cafés during my time in university, whilst the computer monitor congratulated me for performing the simple task of uploading a text document. I found it most patronising. However, I was not one to become annoyed with a machine, so I took another drink of my latte and logged in to check my e-mails. It was hard not to remember all those mornings where Shinji, Toji, Kensuke and I would congregate inside the local café for coffees of all descriptions and muffins. I had also grown fond of muffins. The correct phrase for this is 'those were the days', as far as I am aware.

Things had changed a lot ever since the years following Third Impact. Tokyo-3 was never rebuilt. I was surprised myself to find that I was back, given a second chance to lead what many call a normal life. I was aware that my life up to that point had been far from normal, so I was curious to see what a normal life presented. I did well during high school, passing all my exams with distinctions or merit grades, giving me the opportunity to go to the university of my choice, given that I pass their entrance exams. I chose Tokyo-2 University, just because that was where I lived and that was where everybody I knew was going as well. It was a good university as well, so that was agreeable.

I had lived with Misato Katsuragi, Shinji Ikari and Asuka Langley Sorhyu for the remainder of my high school years and I had been a witness to the strengthening of the relationship between those three. I had grown closer to these people as well and from what I could deduce, we were a happy surrogate family. There were many rough times, especially during the immediate aftermath of Third Impact but the fact that we are all still here and happy is testament to the strength of the invisible bonds that formed between us. Initially, I had tried to understand those bonds but as I came more aware of my own emotions, I learned very quickly that these were bonds that could not be described in words.

When the time had come for us to go to university, Asuka had chosen to return to Germany for several years, much to Shinji's and Misato's dismay. It was her decision and even though those two didn't like it, they supported her all the way. That had been one of the first times I had to come to terms with my emotions, these abstract, indescribable yet unmistakable sensations that I was only just discovering I had and experienced many times before. When I heard the news for myself, I didn't know how to react. My mind had beaten me to it.

"Don't cry Wondergirl," Asuka had said at the airport. "I'll be back soon, don't worry."

"I'm…crying?" I asked. Looking back at it now, I find it of slight embarrassment to myself that I didn't even know that I had been crying yet on the other hand, it was just the validation of my emotions. Maybe my mind was trying to tell me that I indeed had emotions and that I was just like anybody else in that respect. The thing was, I wasn't just like anybody else. I had no parents. The closest thing I had to a parent was that man, whose name I can barely write, never mind utter aloud; Gendo Ikari. He was the only person who seemed to have a connection to me. Now, eight years after Third Impact, I haven't seen any sign of him. My memories of Third Impact are faint to say the least.

It's hard to answer questions about my background, my parents, my family and my days of growing up. There are no memories of that. I still don't know how to explain it to people. The easiest way is to usually say that I was orphaned at a very young age and that a man adopted me and raised me. However, it still leaves the parts about my background and childhood unanswered. And to be honest, I can't answer to questions, not to myself, not to anybody. "It's just something that will just have to be," Misato had said about it when I asked her about the issue during my last year of high school. Her reply was so simple, yet I found it so incredibly poignant. She also said to me, "Listen Rei, the past is an important thing, we can never forget it. But sometimes, we just have to put it to one side and move on into the future." And she immediately followed that with, "Wow, how philosophical am I sounding? I think I need a drink!" Misato's drinking habits were an eccentricity that I happily allowed for.

As I scrolled through my e-mails, I found one from Shinji, who was legally my brother (that was even harder to explain, especially since we have different family names). He and Asuka had decided to tour the world using the pay that had received from the UN. They had asked if I wanted to go but I politely declined, favouring instead to find out what real life was. The e-mail just said that he and Asuka were in Cambodia, among the remains of the Angkor Wat temple. They sent photographs as well, which were nice to see. When Misato had heard of their plans, she had said, "If those two wanted some time alone together, they could have just asked!" I assume that she was implying that they were involved with each other but I'm not quite sure. I hadn't asked to clarify that with Misato.

I logged off the computed and stood up, gathering the paper copy of my CV and the empty cardboard cup that once housed my latte. I threw the latter in the bin before opting to buy a triple chocolate muffin before I left. I couldn't resist the temptation they presented, really. I left the internet café with my handbag around my left shoulder and my muffin in my right hand and headed up towards the subway station so that I could return to my flat. It was a pleasant day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and it was fairly hot. I smiled a bit, the facial expression evoked by the muffin in my hand and the clear blue sky.

Speaking of things blue, I held my left hand up to my hair and considered going into my hairdressers at some point for a trim. It had grown to below the base of my neck and even though I quite liked my hair like that, I felt some compulsion to have it shorter. As I walked down the stairs into the subway station with my muffin tragically finished, I decided against having it cut and leaving it to grow some more. I bought my ticket for my subway ride and joined the hundreds of people using Tokyo-2's most efficient public transport system. Shinji had suggested that I learn to drive a while back, like he had been doing at the time but I decided against it. Once I got onto the train and couldn't find a seat as well as barely finding a safe place to stand without the risk of falling over, I began to regret not learning to drive. I would have been stuck in traffic all day but I least I would have room to breathe.

The journey was short and uneventful and I got off at my usual stop. I emerged from the underground network of subway train lines and went to my local corner store to buy milk, bread and some rice. The shopkeeper was a man in his mid fifties who had served in the army as a logistics officer. He had many stories of his time in Iraq as well as other countries he had been to on his travels. It had made me want to have gone with Shinji and Asuka on their travels but I had made a decision and I will stick by it. It was part of my learning how life is influenced by the decisions we make and how there is no point thinking about the 'what if?'. Well, that's how I have learned to see things in this existence of mine. One thing that I learned in university was that people's opinions were so varied and contrasting. I also learned that some people were bigots. I disliked bigots.

"Just these today, Miss Ayanami?" the man asked with a pleasant smile.

"Yes," I replied. "Having a good day so far?"

"It's been quiet," he replied with a sigh. "But I've already broke even for this month so it's not so bad."

"That's good to hear," I said as I handed over the money for my purchases.

"What have you been up to?" the shopkeeper inquired.

"Job searching," I replied.

"Ah, I see," the shopkeeper chuckled. "The post university blues. Well, best of luck with that, Miss Ayanami."

"Thanks," I said before taking my leave.

I headed to the block of flats opposite the corner store and made my way inside. These flats were new when I had began renting one of them and I found it most pleasant. I had my money from my UN salary for services to humanity so I wasn't struggling financially but I still desired to get a job and still desired to live a normal life as many put it. I went up the stairs to the seventh floor and headed to flat 78 where I placed my card key in the door and let myself in. I sighed as I looked at the state of the place. It still looked like a student flat and was in dire need of cleaning. Despite trying my best to motivate myself to clean the place, it was an uphill struggle and I always found myself falling back down again. Today seemed a better day than ever however and I had plenty of time. So, as well as searching for a job, I would clean my flat for the first time in years. I would turn over a new leaf, as they would say colloquially. And then, having spent the last three hours turning what was a student flat into a place suitable for normal habitation I went into my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed, knowing I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow.


Breakfast was cereal this morning. I didn't risk making anything and to say that my cooking skills were basic was a major euphemism. I had several job interviews that day, starting with the job I wanted most, finishing with the job I wanted least. I hoped that I didn't have to go past the first one but one must have contingency plans and I had three, just to be sure. And to be frank, if I had gotten an offer of the last job in my list, I probably wouldn't take it. It didn't bear thinking about. I grabbed my flat keys and headed out the front door, breathing in the fresh, autumn air, preparing myself mentally for the task ahead.

I rode the usual subway line at the usual time into town to the usual café where I usually bought a latte in the mornings if I was going into town. This regimented routine was just how I operated. I couldn't do all these things spontaneously. The routine had to be planned ahead and followed strictly or else I would be unhappy with how my days in town began. This was my usual routine whilst in University as well and despite having a bit more flexibility with my time these days; I still stuck to what I knew. Maybe it wasn't adapting to the situation, which was something that was paramount as an Evangelion pilot but I wasn't an Evangelion pilot anymore. I wanted to have the norm, not the downright crazy. Also, not being an Eva pilot meant I had no orders to follow and nobody telling me what I had to do. It had taken a while and many lessons at the hands of Asuka to break me from having to be ordered around. However, despite all that, if I wanted to do something, I would have to literally order myself to do it and unfortunately, that's just how I worked.

"Morning Rei," said the young lady in the café. She was a pleasant and attractive looking woman with a well rounded figure, long brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her name was Haruka Yamagisawa and she had long been a friend of mine from the days of university. I think she was around 25 years old and had worked in that café for at least as long as I had been going to university. She always had a smile on her face, a cheery tone and a bounce to her step which was the polar opposite to me.

I hardly ever smiled, spoke in that same old monotone and walked conservatively. Maybe that's why we got on so well. "Morning Haruka," I greeted, managing to raise the edges of my mouth ever so slightly, just to show Haruka that I was happy to see her.

"The usual?" Haruka inquired.

"Yes please," I replied. Haruka got straight to work making me a latte as I took a seat, which thankfully was my usual one. I always sat here if it was unoccupied. There was nothing special about the chair or the table, I just liked sitting there.

Haruka placed the latte out in front of me and sat down across from me. She always did this when I came along and her boss either didn't care or didn't notice because Haruka always got away with skipping out on work for several minutes in the morning, which ironically was when the café was generally most busy. "What's it today, Rei?" Haruka asked. She had her elbows on the table with her hands clasped together and placed her chin upon them. I found it disconcerting because she looked like she was listening so intently. It may seem strange that I found it hard to speak because she was listening so hard but that was just the way I was. "Job interviews," I replied before taking a sip of the glorious latte. The coffee beans must have been ground by the hands of an angel. And no, not the evil angels that tried to cause Third Impact.

"Job interviews, eh?" Haruka said, letting out a laugh. "I wish I could help you there, honey, but I have never had a job interview in my life. Been working here since I was a teen so this has been the only job I've known. You nervous?" There was no hiding it. "Very," I replied before taking a deep gulp of the marvellous, wonderful, awe-inspiring drink that was my latte.

"You couldn't tell," Haruka chuckled. "You look so calm now, it's incredible!"

"Isn't this how I always look?" I asked.

"Well…yeah, but it works!" Haruka said. "Those interviewers will think you're one tough cookie, Rei!" I was caught off guard by her comment. "Do you have any cookies, Haruka?" I asked in a voice that seemed too much like a child's for my liking.

She laughed before saying, "Sure, I'll get you some. And you sure are cute when you ask for cookies!"

I felt myself blush ever so slightly because of Haruka's comment. I never thought about my appearance unless someone mentioned it to me. Haruka had said many things about how I looked over time. One was, "Rei, you're always dressed so well! How can you stay so up on fashion?" Another was, "Rei, you're looking gorgeous today! All the guys at the university will be chasing mad after you!" I always blushed when she said them, and she was always right. Other people had commented on how I always seemed to be in with fashion and I had many guys chase me at university. For the former, I have no idea how I achieved this. I just bought clothes I liked and wore them. For the latter, Asuka had explained it this way, "It's because you're a babe, Rei! Join the club!" It was flattering, coming from Asuka. I think Asuka is also considered a 'babe' as well. I also think she's 'taken' by Shinji, although I'm never too sure what it all means.

Haruka came back with a plate of cookies and began to munch them immediately. Haruka indulged in a few herself and said, "Do you want a muffin as well?" I didn't have to reply. Haruka just saw my eyes brighten up at the mention of muffins and smiled before getting up to obtain me a muffin. She returned with a triple chocolate muffin that was gloriously warm; so warm that the chocolate bits in the muffin had just begun to melt, making this seem like the food of the Gods. I liked muffins and I liked chocolate and chocolate muffins were ultimately man's crowning achievement in the entirety of its existence. Forget about Evangelion; if we had fired these muffins into the angels' mouths, they would have just stopped attacking us and ate themselves into destruction because these muffins are so luscious and delectable.

After gorging on the muffin and finishing my latte, I said goodbye and thanks to Haruka before setting off to my first interview. It was a junior management post for a big Tokyo-2 clothing firm and training was included. The pay was good, the hours were reasonable and a management job appealed to me so I applied for the job and here I was, heading for the interview. The building wasn't far from the café and my first impression of the place was its size. It was big. And tall. Well, I guess I never took the part about being a 'big clothing firm' too literally. I entered through the large revolving doors and headed to the reception desk that was, well, big. "Hello ma'am, may I help you?" asked one of the many receptionists.

"I am here for the job interview for the junior management post," I replied.

"Which section?" the receptionist inquired.

"Um…" I said as I struggled to remember what it was. "The…uh…woman's clothing section."

"Ah, yes. Miss Rei Ayanami?" the receptionist asked next.

"That is me," I said.

"Thank you, Miss Ayanami. If you make yourself up to the thirty-eighth floor, from that elevator, go straight on, take the second left, the first right, the first left and then straight on before taking the last right towards the big office," the receptionist said swiftly before looking back down at her desk and paperwork.

"Uh…okay," I replied shakily. "Thanks."

I walked towards the elevator and struggled to remember which floor the woman had told me to go to. To say that her instructions were difficult to follow was a grave understatement. I pressed the button for the thirty-seventh floor before waiting out the elevator ride. There was some music playing inside the elevator that was annoyingly catchy and I was sure that I would not get that tune out of my head for the remainder of the day. When the elevator arrived at my desired stop, the doors opened and I found that I wasn't exactly where I wanted to be. In front of me was a whole floor dedicated to lingerie, all of which was fairly extravagant.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" asked a store clerk when she saw me wonder out of the elevator.

"Uh…no…I think I am on the wrong floor," I said before turning around and going back into the elevator rather hastily. I felt mild embarrassment having just wondered out into the lingerie section looking lost and confused and shook my head to shake off the nerves that were beginning to accumulate. These little incidents weren't helping the pre-interview stress at all either. I rode up the extra one floor and emerged out of there, only to stop and gasp at the sight in front of me.

Office cubicles. And they were everywhere. It was a literal labyrinth of office cubicles and I had to find my way through them all of them. Thankfully, there was a man wondering by who stopped when he saw me. "Can I help you, ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "I am here for the interview regarding the place as a junior manager for this section."

"Ah yes, Miss Rei Ayanami, right?" the man asked with a smile. "I have been expecting you in my office. Follow me please." I thanked whatever external and omnipotent bodies or deities there may have been for the appearance of this man and blew a sigh of relief as I followed him to his office. He was very tall and slim and was wearing a dark blue suit and a shirt and tie. His hair was slicked back and he wore frameless designer glasses which accentuated his soft eyes. I have learned to make observations of people's appearance and dress in order to make an assumption of their characters. I have become fairly good at this guessing game but I can not always 'judge a book by its cover', as they say.

"Please, take a seat," he said after sitting down behind his desk.

"Thank you, sir," I said, bowing slightly before I sat.

"Please, call me Kentaro. I don't really like being called, sir," he requested. I raised an eyebrow. I wasn't going to call someone I just met by their first name. He saw my expressions and said, "Or you can call me Mr Yamasaki, if you wish." I managed a slight smile. That was more appropriate. He took out my application and scanned it quickly before looking over at me. "You have a bachelor's degree in economics, is that correct?" he inquired.

"Yes, Mr Yamasaki, that is correct," I replied, feeling very tense at the current moment.

"What makes you think you are the person for this job?" he asked next.

"I feel that I am hardworking and intelligent and I can think on my feet. I have a strong sense of commitment and can adapt easily to any situation," I answered, this line rehearsed many times in advance.

"I see," Mr Yamasaki said, seemingly unmoved by everything I had said. He had obviously heard it all before. "Do you have any past jobs?" he inquired.

"Just one," I replied.

"Oh, that's great. Can you tell me who your employer was?"

"The United Nations."

"The UN?"

"Well, the UN Special Organisation NERV, to be exact. I was the designated pilot of Evangelion Unit 00."

"Oh," Mr Yamasaki said, "I see." Maybe I should not have informed him that I was an Eva pilot. It was not something we were required to keep a secret, but it was again information that was probably best undisclosed at a job interview. "That is quite the interesting past employment," he added. It was obvious that he didn't know what to make of it, which was understandable. I would not know how most people would evaluate piloting Eva as an effective means of telling whether they would be good in a management job.

"How are your people skills?" he asked after a moment's silence.

"My…people skills?" I said, caught off guard. I had never really prepared myself for that question.

"Your ability to talk and cope with different people in all kinds of situations. People skills are vital in a job like this," he explained.

"Well…I…" I began to say. However, I had no idea how to answer his questions. The only people I had to deal with were my close friends. I wasn't at all great at speaking to strangers or people I didn't know. In most cases, I would usually keep to myself. "Miss Ayanami," Mr Yamasaki said. "I'm assuming that people skills are not one of your strengths from your inability to answer my question?"

It was brutally frank. I could not summon a response and he could see that. He saw right through me and it left me feeling uncomfortable with this realisation that I was never ever good with people. In a group of people, I would always be the one, sitting on her own, reading a book. I had no desire to socialise if there was no need. I wasn't good when dealing with confrontations between different people because I had no idea what I could possibly do. This was something I should have though about before even considering this interview.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't think I'm the kind of person your job requires." I stood up, bowed slightly and turned around to leave. "Well, thank you for applying Miss Ayanami. I hope that any other job opportunities you have in line for you go well," Mr Yamasaki said, who was obviously in shock. He was incredibly surprised that I was the person to tell him that I wasn't the one for the job. It was a strange reversal of roles that came after an epiphany that had suddenly made me very self-conscious.

I took my leave from the building very hastily and wondered out into the streets. There were people everywhere I looked. They were all people that I probably couldn't deal with in a management job because I didn't have the required people skills. The more I looked, the more people I saw. I had to be able to deal with any of them. That was something I knew I couldn't do. I walked along the pavement for a while before stopping at a bench on the edge of a plaza. I sat down and retrieved my other interview forms out of my handbag. I looked through each one of them and considered what each job entailed and the more I scanned through them, the more I realised that each job required a high level of people skills. I couldn't possibly get any of these jobs after the fiasco I had during that first interview.

I took out my mobile phone and made cancellations to all of my interviews during that day. There was no way I could make myself go to any of them. After cancelling all of my job interviews, I stood up and began to walk to nowhere in particular, thinking about what to do with my life. I wanted to have a job. I wanted to lead a normal life yet today was the worst start I could possibly imagine for attaining a job.

I walked along the road and stopped by an electronics store. I looked into the shop window where there were several television sets, all showing the news. I paid attention, wanting to hear about what was going on in the world. "…and in a shocking turn of events, world-famous model Yumi Kimura, who was the face of the designer label, Yama-Gucci, run by the world renowned designer Tayo Takata, was arrested in Paris by French police for possession of cocaine. She has pleaded guilty on her charges and is expected to be sent back to Japan for trial and will be lucky to avoid a jail sentence. This has left Yama-Gucci without a main model to advertise their lines and Tayo Takata is reported to have begun the search for the next face of Yama-Gucci. According to our sources, he is in Tokyo-2 as we speak…"

I turned away in disinterest and continued on my way. I have no time for news about fashion models and their excesses. This Yumi Kimura person had thrown away everything she had worked to achieve by using drugs which are clearly stated to be illegal. It is highly illogical and I can never understand why someone could want to use drugs, especially this world famous model, because anyone who used drugs stood the risk of losing their lives and careers. I wasn't in her shoes and I didn't understand her situation so maybe I should not judge but surely logic would always prevail on the issue of illegal substance use, regardless of the situation?

I shrugged the thought off of my mind and wondered about the brand Yama-Gucci. My handbag was a Yama-Gucci one, but I had bought it because it had a combination of practicality and aesthetic appeal. I've had this bag for over a year now and it still served its purposes. I had not paid any attention to the brand when I had bought it. I only realised it was from a famous designer label after I had purchased it. Haruka said it was my 'eye for fashion' which I don't entirely agree with, but she made the point that I always managed to keep up with the latest fashions, even if I did so unknowingly.

I walked along the street before heading down a back alley that would take me to the subway station that I usually got on. It was a stark contrast to the streets with a complete absence of people. I preferred it here, where I was alone and I was the only person I had to care about. It seemed selfish, but I was a person who never really had anybody but myself until not too long ago.

As I continued along, I looked to my right to see the back of a theatre. It was a theatre I had always wanted to visit but never had the chance. I always walked past it this way and I always though about wanting to visit it. As of today, I still haven't done so and I won't visit it today either. Maybe when I got home, I would check what productions they were performing there and maybe I would go with either Misato or Haruka one night. Maybe.

Usually, it was closed during the day but now, I saw the back doors were wide open and a limousine was parked outside them. I tried to see inside the doors but it was pretty dim inside. I tried the same with the limousine but the windows were all tinted. I deduced that it was probably some famous director or actor here for the day before heading off again.

However, I stopped when I heard a man speaking from inside the doors. I looked over and saw a man dressed in a black pinstripe suit with short, black hair appear out of the doors. He was of medium build and was about as tall as Shinji (Shinji was about 175 cm tall) as well as looking in his mid twenties. He was a handsome man, but his face was twisted as he appeared to be annoyed and frustrated and his mannerisms emphasised his displeasure. He then looked over my way and saw me looking at him. "And what do you want?" he snapped rather crudely.

"Sorry," I said. "I was just passing through." I was rather shocked by his rudeness but chose to ignore in favour of just leaving. As I turned and began to walk away, the man said, "Hey, wait! I'm sorry about that!"

I turned was once to face the rear of the theatre and saw the man approach me hurriedly. "I'm terribly sorry about that, miss. I've just had a rough day back in the theatre," he said.

"It's okay," I said. "I've not had an altogether great day either, I suppose."

"It sucks, huh?" he asked.

"Yes, I agree," I replied.

"Like I said, I'm sorry for snapping at you like I did. I'm under so much pressure at the moment from so many different people," he explained.

"Are you in the theatre business?" I inquired.

"Well, no. I was running auditions, but they were different kinds of auditions. Nothing to do with stage and drama, really," he answered. "The problem is, despite being there for hours, I haven't found someone that I could use."

"That's a shame," I said. "I've just had a horrible job interview. I realised halfway through my interview that I have no people skills, which is something the job requires. I made a mess of it, to put it lightly."

"I see," the man said. "I guess we all have our fair share of troubles, eh?"

"Yes, I guess so," I agreed.

There was a short moment of silence and the man began to study my bag for some reason. "Is that a Yama-Gucci bag?" he inquired.

"Huh? Oh yes, this is a Yama-Gucci. I bought it a while ago," I replied. "How do you know?"

"Oh, let's just say I'm a bit of a Yama-Gucci expert," he said with a chuckle. "That's from last year's line; from the winter collection."

"You weren't lying when you called yourself an expert," I noted.

"Of course not," he said. "Well, what do you think of the Yama-Gucci designer label?"

"I don't know, really. This is the only bit of Yama-Gucci I own. I only discovered it was designer after I bought it because I originally purchased it because it looked practical and looked good as well," I said. "I'm not one for designer clothing, to be honest."

"I see," the man noted. "The thing is, the people who are in with designer clothing are some of the most frustrating people you will ever meet. They are almost impossible to please and they have their heads so far up their own asses, if you excuse my crudeness."

"That is understandable," I said with a nod of my head. "For me, I just buy clothes that look good and comfortable to wear. It's funny, because my friend Haruka always comments on how I manage to follow the latest fashions yet I never actually intend to. I just buy clothes I like."

"You must have an eye for fashion, then," he said with a smile.

"Haruka said that as well," I added with a light smile.

At that moment, the driver of the limousine said, "Sir, we must leave now. You have a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"Just one minute, Ken," the man said. He looked toward me and smiled. "Do you have any idea who I am?" he asked.

"No, sorry, I do not," I replied.

"No need to apologise. You said yourself that you're not one for designer clothing so it's understandable that you don't know me or the company I run," he said.

"You run a company?" I asked.

"Yes, I do," he answered. "Before I continue, may I please ask your name?"

"My name is Rei Ayanami," I said.

"Rei Ayanami...what a lovely name," he complimented. "My name is Tayo Takata and I'm the head designer and chairman of Yama-Gucci"

"You are Tayo Takata?" I asked absolute shock and surprise. I had no idea that this man was the designer I had just heard about on the TV. The thought never even occurred to me, even when he started talking about Yama-Gucci. "Yes, I am. Miss Rei Ayanami, I have a proposal for you. How would you like to become the new face of the Yama-Gucci Designer Label?"