Elly's POV*
When I woke up the next morning, everything hurt. Despite the fact that I couldn't feel my body anymore, my head hurt the worst. A strange buzzing sound played in the background all night but it stopped now. I tried to sit up but my body wouldn't budge. My limbs were basically frozen solid. Calling for help wouldn't work either, my throat was too weak for anyone outside the alley to hear. I ended up getting my arms out of the snow so I used it to pull me up. My legs could barely support me but I could find warmth now. Once I left the alley I found a city bustling with life. Easy to blend into. The closest I could find was a hotdog stand. Worked for me. I waited in the line but somewhere halfway through I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Oh sorry I thought you were- nevermind it is you." It just so happened to be the creepy lady from the donut shop.
"What do you want?"
"A hotdog, like everyone else."
"No shit Sherlock I mean with me. Why have we met twice when I want nothing to do with you?"
"Fate?"
"Ew no." I noticed it was my turn and I ordered a basic hotdog with ketchup and mustard. The lady tried to make small talk but I ignore her. Once it's done I begin to head out.
"Wait-"
"Wait what? Look, buddy, I'm not your friend. We're acquaintances at best and strangers at worst. Stop trying to talk to me. Also please stop wearing bi-curious shoes when you give off a straight single vibe."
"What no my shoes don't make me gay!" But I was already gone, holding onto the wall to keep myself from collapsing. I took a bite into the hot dog but quickly started gagging.
"Who the hell has the dignity to eat the crap from that place...? I guess I do since I wasted my precious money on it." I managed to swallow another bite but was disgusted. "How could an American man put a price tag on that? It's something you'd feed to-"
"Illegal immigrants banging at the border to keep them from eating each other?" I whipped around scared. It was that Jack guy again...
"Yes exactly! Wait how did you know?"
"I've tried Lemon's hotdogs, I don't know how she can keep those things in her stomach."
"Huh Lemon?"
"My employee. She could do so much with her life but clutters it all with mediocrity and re-runs of Top Chef."
"That show doesn't deserve a place on television, much less a daytime Emmy."
"Look let me cut to the chase. I was going to come here to apologize for last night, I was drunk but I'm starting to reconsider."
"No no, I don't need you wasting your time on me. Besides, I need more challenge to reach the top. Help would make it too easy!"
"But homeless people don't get the corner office."
"Of course, I'll get a small job and get a crappy apartment before I'm 18. Maybe find a friend to live with."
"Ya and I could be that friend."
"First of all that'd be creepy and second, I mean the type of friend who's parents pay for the apartment while he plays video games all day and when he goes clubbing I can sleep on his couch embedded with sweat and potato chips."
"Good god your starting to sound like Lemon! Don't automatically go for the worst. A head start is good. Just... at least stay at my office for the day. You can warm up and get rest without worrying what will happen to you while you're asleep." I took a deep aggravated sigh.
"Ok fine. Just for today."
"Alright good... wait can you properly walk?"
"No... I think my limbs started to freeze up last night."
"Oh lord... ok here just hold onto my shoulder or something." He helped me inside when I heard a voice.
"Hey, Jack. Wait, your..."
"Oh dear, not you again creepy stalker person. I swear to god if you work here."
"Uh Lemon, why is Elly calling you 'creepy stalker person'?"
"I did what you said and tried to get more friends and ended up talking to her last night at the donut shop. But she was really cold to me but looks like you can make friends."
"Jack unlike you isn't creepy and thinks like a person in business should. He's conservative and chaotic. A mix you don't find quite often."
"Good God Lemon why were you trying to make friends with a teenage girl?"
"She was the only one there!"
"You don't make friends at a hole in the wall donut shop!" Me and Jack replied at the same time. We looked at each other questioningly and looked back to Lemon.
"Whatever, I don't need another Jack in my life. Get her out of here."
"You can fight me. If you win, she's out but you'll also lose your job."
"Ugh just... don't bring her to the writer's room! Today's Friday so I already have enough-"
"Liz, makeup won't let me do the overly sexy cat girl facepaint I had in mind!" I stared at the other girl. Who was she... Jenna something...?
"Problems... look you already got the outfit you wanted."
"I know but the makeup tops it off! Whatever guess I'll talk to- oh your right here."
"Jenna can't you see I'm in the middle of something," Jack replied rolling his eyes.
"Jack, can we get out of here? These goons are giving me a headache."
"Gladly."
"Oh and... Lemon... solve your own Jenna problem. Isn't that what your paid to do?"
"What no I'm paid to run a television show!" I could hear frustrated groans but Jenna came really too close to my face.
"Oh hello, child! Would you like an au-to-graph? Do you know what that is?" I gave Jenna a little annoyed shove.
"Yes I know what an autograph is, I'm not a child and no I don't want one your a C-list actor not worthy of my time."
"Wait what! Last time I was told I'm still B-List!" But we were already on the elevator. For now, maybe this could possibly work...