The next morning you were woken up to your phone screaming at you from the kitchen. Your first thought was the let the answering machine get it, until you rolled over and saw what time it was. It was the middle of the afternoon; it wasn't abnormal to be getting a call at this time of the day. You groaned and slowly pulled yourself out of bed. Since you were too slow to reach the phone in time you heard the machine click over, it wasn't long before you could hear your agents' voice booming through its tiny speaker. You took in a deep breath and picked up the phone, cutting off his voice on the machine and coming through the ear piece of the phone.
'Hello Geoff,' you answered.
'Klara! Where have you been? You know you have a magazine ad to do this afternoon; I thought we agreed on Noon?'
You bit your bottom lip, he was right. 'Sorry, I over slept, I'll be there in an hour, promise.'
'Good, I don't think I can keep the photographer here for too much longer, he's ready to call the head hancho to ask to find a new model,' Geoff snapped.
'Calm down, I'll be there in an hour,' you said calmly.
'I don't get it Klara, how can you be so calm about this? This is your career!'
You nodded to yourself, 'true, but does life have to be stressful 24/7, must it?'
'Klara, just please come down here as soon as you can, otherwise it's my head too,' he said quickly and hung up.
You sighed and ran off to the bathroom and quickly showered. You hate having to be pressed on time but it was your own fault for not checking your calendar last night before you went to bed. Your mind was in too many other places for you to even really think about your job. Once you were all showered and hair dried, you threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. You slipped on a pair of your old blue and white checkered Vans, grabbed your bag and locked your apartment door as you left. Swiftly, you made your way outside to the curb to wave down a taxi. A taxi pulled up to the curb and you opened the door to get it.
'Wait,' you heard someone shout from behind you and the loud bang of the complex front door.
You turned around and felt yourself smile when you saw Ville out of breath as if he just ran a mile.
'Do you mind if we share a taxi, I'm kind of in a hurry,' he asked.
'I don't mind, I'm in a hurry too,' you said.
'No problem,' he said.
You both got in the taxi, Ville closed the door after him. You told the driver where to take you and Ville chuckled.
'What's so funny,' you turned towards him.
'I'm headed to the same place sweetheart,' he said.
'You're going to a photo shoot,' you asked, the sound of surprise in your voice.
'I'm not in the shoot, but my girlfriend is and she insists I be there. But if it was up to me, I'd still be upstairs in bed,' he said.
You laughed, 'so would I.'
The rest of the ride was comfortably quiet. Within 10 minutes time you arrived at the building where the photo shoot was taking place already.
'Here's our stop,' you said and began to sift through your bag to pay the driver.
'Don't worry about it sweetheart, I got it,' Ville insisted and paid the driver for the two of you.
'I'll pay you back later,' you said as the two of you headed inside, Ville opening the door for you as you entered.
'Such a gentleman,' you mused in your head.
'Darling, I'm the one still in debit to you,' Ville said.
'Well, lets just call it even then,' you said as you pushed the button for the elevator.
'We'll see,' Ville smirked and stepped in as the doors opened.
You rolled your eyes and made your way up to the floor of the photo shoot. It wasn't long before the doors opened and you were attacked by Geoff and being whisked away to hair and make up. You never even had the chance to say bye to Ville. You sat down in the chair in a bright room as the hair stylist pulled and twisted at your hair and the make up artist rubbing and poking at your face. As much as you enjoy being pampered, these were the moments you hated; being rushed around at 1000 miles per hour due to time constraints. It wasn't long before you were thrown into wardrobe and snapped at to get dressed. You put on the outfit they gave you and made your way out to the stage. The other model was still out there, the bright light bulbs flashing all over the place.
'She just adores the attention,' you heard someone mutter next to you.
'Ville isn't that-'
'My girlfriend? Jonna? Yes.'
'Then why do you talk so bitter about her?'
'I love her, but she can be a bit of a bitch,' he admitted.
'Ville!'
He shrugged.
'Klara!'
'Well, that'd be me. I guess I'll see you later then,' you said.
He nodded.
You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you made your way to where you were supposed to be.
