Nothing is impossible; the word itself says 'I'm possible'!
-Audrey Hepburn
I woke up in the early hours of the morning with that burning sensation in my stomach I've only had to face a few times. After the initial grogginess wore off, I got up and myself a small bowl of fruit salad. Fruit is healthy, right? Sasha, my dog, started barking at my feet.
"Sasha!" I said softly in an attempt to quiet her down. I put on her leash and decided to take her for a walk.
Now, I don't do this much. Sasha has her own personal dog walker that takes Sasha and a few others dogs in the neighbourhood for walks. Thank God Sasha is a calm dog and isn't too rambunctious. She usually tries to take her own way and she ends up walking me instead of the other way around.
Once we got back, I laid back down in my bed, Sasha curled up by my side, and I slowly drifted off into sleep.
Friday couldn't come any sooner. I had a photo shoot that seemed to drag and on and on. As soon as I was allowed to leave, I rushed to the dressing room, quickly changed into my clothes, took off the makeup, applied an everyday eyeliner, and put my hair into a simple side braid before meeting PJ outside the building.
"Hey," I said as I walked up to him. I'm quite shorter than him now that I'm not wearing my heels. He drove us back to my flat and put in My Neighbor Totoro since I had never seen it.
We didn't have much time to hang around. Instead of watching the film, most of the time, we just talked. I found out that we actually have a lot in common. He also told me he has a YouTube channel and I promised I'd watch some of his videos later.
As I lay in bed with Sasha curled up on top of my feet, I talked to my sister on Facebook. It had been a few weeks since I last hung out with PJ. We had hung out a few times since that first time but all at his house. While I was talking to my sister, my phone started ringing. I unlocked it and it showed that PJ sent me a text and wanted to hang out. Of course, I accepted.
The cold breezed chilled my exposed skin as I stepped out of my building. The sky, a dismal light grey colour, showed signs of upcoming rain.
"Hey," I said as he walked up to the corner. This time, we walked back to my flat.
When we got upstairs, I put in a DVD Rowan rented a few days before and still hadn't returned. I placed a small bowl of popcorn between us and then pressed play. I carefully counted how many pieces of popcorn I ate.
One, two, three, four, five six, seven…
My plan was to calculate the calorie intake after PJ left and then record it in my food journal.
"Do you want to join me for dinner?" I asked as the credits rolled across the screen. "Rowan's working late so I'll be all alone tonight!"
"I'd love to, but…" he began. It didn't take much to persuade him to stay.
"I have the ingredients to make tonjiru." Noticing his confused face, I began to explain what tonjiru is. "It's a miso soup with pork in it. It's really good. I think I also have the stuff to make mochi. Those are really the only two things I know how to make, to be honest."
While we heated up the vegetables for the tonjiru, we played some music on my laptop and began dancing around the spacious kitchen, our laughter lighting up the atmosphere.
As I spun around the kitchen, I tripped over my own feet. Luckily, PJ was able to catch me before I crashed to the ground. With our faces centimetres from one another's, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. The electricity between us could light up a room. His arms around my waist, mine around his neck, it truly was a beautiful a moment. Before I could do it myself, PJ leaned in for a kiss. I know it only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like eternity. A wonderful, beautiful, serene eternity that I would give anything to live in.
I snapped back into reality when I realized I had left the vegetables in the pot too long.
"Do you want to go on an actual date sometime?" PJ asked while I picked at the vegetables in my miso soup. We made plans to go to the zoo.
God, he is the cutest thing ever.
The time was nearly eleven o'clock before Rowan finally came home. I was painting my nails a beautiful pinkish colour. For some reason, the skin under my nails began to turn purple.
"I have some good news!" Rowan said. "The agency you just modelled for called me, your amazing manager, and they offered you and some other girls a contract!"
While Rowan and I screamed and jumped around the flat, I dialled my home number and patiently held in my excitement until I heard my dad's tired voice answer. I let out my scream and told him what Rowan just told me.
London is turning out to fulfil all these big city dreams.