I am SO late…. Fae thought to herself as she was speed walking down the sidewalk. She was quickly downing her overprized nonfat venti coffee she so badly needed while simultaneously navigating her way through the crowd. Everyone was trying to get a taxi, so what was the point when it was just another fifteen minutes.
She threw the empty plastic cup in the trashcan as she looked both ways to cross the street. An oncoming car showed no signs of stopping, so she waited, but the man to her right wasn't paying as much attention. Looking at his phone he began walking forward.
Wide eyed she grabbed at his arm and pulled him in her direction. Shocked, the man lost his balance and gabbed her waist for stability as she placed her hands onto his chest to avoid colliding with him.
"What the-" his sentence was cut short by the honking of the taxi driver flying by.
"You have to be more careful in this city, they'll run you over without a second thought." Fae said as she took a step back, looking up at the man. "I'm Fae, and I think I just saved your life."
The man straightened his suit jacket before making eye contact. Not saying a word, Fae found it a little unsettling. "A name or a simple thank you would suffice."
He opened his mouth so respond, but his phone buzzed. He looked down and Fae rolled her eyes. She glanced over at the others on the sidewalk beginning to make their way to the other side of the street. "Well, not that this hasn't been fun or anything, but I am running kind of late. Have a nice rest of your day and avoid being run over by crazy taxi drivers."
She took off, not noticing the man she left behind staying in place, just watching her. Three black tinted windowed SUVs pulled up as the signal changed. He got into the last one, shaking his head before answering an incoming phone call.
Fae opened the backdoor to the David H. Koch Theater and after a multitude of stairs found her way to the dressing room she shared with the other ballerinas and was greeted by a multitude of hellos.
The girls got their shoes on and made their way to the practice room. The New York City Ballet was putting on A Midsummer Night's Dream. Fae was to play the role of Titania. As a Principal dancer, she beat out 15 of the others for the role. But as their ballet master said, at her age, 21, she had a lot to prove to not only him and the other dancers, but to herself and the audience.
After becoming an apprentice after her time at the School of American Ballet, she quickly rose the ranks due to her talent. She was a prodigy at dance, but really honed in on her ballet skills, which thankfully wasn't all for nothing when she was given her contract with the company.
She loved every minute of her time at the New York City Ballet. She had made a lot of friends, and though there was serious competition, she remained the same kind person she had always been, gaining her friendships. She helped the apprentices in her spare time and worked very hard to get where she was.
After an hour warm up and a grueling six hour practice followed by another one and a half hour solo practice, Fae bid farewell to the theater and got a taxi back to her I bedroom Midtown apartment. It was a little on the pricier side and was where 80% of her paychecks went to, but Fae was content with that. After eating some leftover grilled chicken and veggies, she took a quick shower before lying in bed and quickly falling asleep.
Somewhere on the other side of town, James Wesley was walking into a partially constructed United Allied building, getting into an elevator and riding up to see his employer's colleagues. His thoughts were drifted back to that petite brunette who pulled him out of the way of an oncoming car. He usually wasn't one to be distracted, but this girl was…distracting.
He shook his head before the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. He pushed her as much as he could to the back of his head as he walked towards the group waiting for his employer.
"Oh please tell me he is right behind you." Leland said as Wesley smirked. This was going to be an interesting meeting.