Thanks to everyone that out this stories on their favorites, subscribed, review and most importantly read the story. You just placed a big smile on my face. Here is he next chapter. I hope you like it. Any mistakes are mine. And any comments, ideas, and things you liked or didn't like.
I don't own skins, and the Mexican restaurant does exist but I don't own it either
Chapter 2: Long time, no see?
How could I not smile? This is everything I ever wanted and more. I entered what now is my office and I closed the door as I did. The office was big; it had a desk, a really big desk. On top of the desk was a Mac. A really expensive and from what I could see, a brand new Macbook Pro. I continue to survey around the room. The office, my office had a window. The smile that was plastered in my face only widened, even if it seemed impossible. There were several bookshelves filled with copies of the magazine past issues. In the middle of the all the bookshelves was a small refrigerator. Curiosity got the best of me and I opened it. The refrigerator was empty, except for a bottle of very expensive champagne, a bottle of Perrier-Jouët Belle Epoque, to be exact and two cups. Sweet! I just couldn't help but wonder how much this single bottle of champagne must have cost. I automatically reached out to inspect the bottle. The champagne bottle had a small card. I opened the card. I hope that you like working here, Congratulations! KT.
KT? Do I know anyone named KT? Suddenly I remembered KT must be Katie Turner the Creative Director. I couldn't help it, but my thoughts began to wander to that faceless name. She must be nice; I mean giving such an expensive bottle of Champagne to someone she doesn't even know. Or maybe she thinks its Naomi Campbell, the model, and not this Naomi Campbell, editor in chied. Or perhaps she does knows who I am and likes Anne's brother, Nick. And I'm over thinking, again. As my brain continues to create several what-ifs scenarios, the next one just worst than the previous one, I decide to open the Champagne and take a drink. I opened the bottle, grabbed a cup and took the first sip. I immediately understood why this was so expensive. I felt the taste linger in my mouth, it was breathtaking. Who knew that champagne could be this good. It had a superb flavor filled with a richness, elegance and finesse; cream and honey. Thank you Katie Turner.
I was about to refill my cup, for the third time I remembered guiltily (although with something this good, I really didn't care, except for the buzz I was feeling) when I heard someone knocking on the door. I guess I must have been in my office for some time.
"Come in" I said, trying to arrange my outfit so that it wasn't so obvious that I was really enjoying the champagne.
Two seconds later, the women who had the deer costume came in. I recognize her by the blue eyes that were now staring intently at me.
"I guess you ARE getting cozy in the office" she said coming closer.
"Would you like some…?" I started but then noticed she had already helped herself a cup of Champagne. I couldn't help but wonder where I had seen those eyes before. My brain started connecting the pieces and I suddenly recognize her, I just continued to stare at her. I can't believe what I am seeing, who I am seeing. She is… she is…
"I thought I would never see you again Naomi", she said, continuing to stare at me.
"Effy", I said, it was the only thing that my battered brain could think of. "Effy I…" I was not able to formulate any coherent sentence. But what my brain didn't understood, my body did, and when I least expect it I was giving her a hug.
"I know, I missed you too", she said. Apparently her ability to read straight through people's mind before they did had not vanished.
I have never considered myself a hugger. But in these particular seconds I just needed some reassurance, and they always say that a single act means more than a million words. As I felt her arms wrap around my shoulder I realize just how much I missed her. We broke the hug seconds later. Effy just continued to look at me knowingly, as if she could read my confusion and my shock and this other feeling that not even I recognize. She didn't ask any question of how I had gotten this job, or why I had just left the gang without a glance back. Instead she just took my hand and got us out of my office. "Come with me, I will introduce you to someone, she said with a smirk.
With that said we went through the hallway, walking past Jennifer's office, past Claudia and many other writers we saw on the way. We right and headed once more for the photography department. The photo shot in which Effy was participating had "wrapped up" almost thirty minutes ago. But the models and the photographers were still there. We continued walking until we reached a group of girls, gave the respective introductions, and continued with our unknown journey. All of the girls were really nice, a little bit shocked at my name, but nice over all.
We finally reached our destination, and in front of me was a desk that I already recognize. This was Sydney's desk.
"You are going to like her", and with that said Effy was suddenly gone.
As I started to turn around I saw Sydney walking toward me, a grin plastered in her face.
"Hey, I thought I was not going to be able to see you again today, you know with work and everything else. I was hoping to see you again, though", she said blushing.
She looks cute, that is the first that comes to my mind.
"Yeah, me too, but Jessica said I should take today and tomorrow to get myself acquainted with everyone," I was trying to create an explanation. However that explanation never left my mouth. It stayed in my mind, and what came out was, "Do you want to go to lunch with me? There is this Mexican restaurant ten minutes from here I have wanted to go, and now I have the perfect reason."
Sydney just smiles and looks up at me, and without breaking eye contact, "I would love to, she says."Just wait a minute, because I need to save the pictures we just took on the computer. But after that we are free to go."
About five minutes later we were ready, by ready I mean really hungry, well at least I was very hungry. So hungry I was sure I could eat a three- men plate. Not that I was going to eat that much, at least not in front of the person I was trying to impress. We started our walk to a Mexican restaurant that was ten minutes away from our building. The restaurant was very cozy. It was painted in a shade of yellow on its outside and it was called La Cita. If my Spanish lessons from college don't trick I am sure that it means The Date. What a coincidence. The interior was perfect. It was casual and it looked like a family place on weekends. But today, today I was on a date, even if she didn't known yet, with my friends. A friend with whom I wanted more than a friendship, I just hope she wants it too. We were escorted by a very polite guy, who was a teenager and told us his name was Gary. Gary had a blue mohawk and his jeans that were baggy and I believe a size bigger than what he should wear. Despite his clothes he certainly was very nice and very patient when we took our time with our order.
"Naomi", Sydney said timidly
I almost didn't hear her. I was just appreciating the interior of the restaurant. The restaurant was simple. It was known for its good food, and its excellent service. It had a wooden floor, and the walls were a lighter hue of yellow than the one outside. There many photos of different people, some were autographed. I was able to recognize some of the people, the others remained a mystery. Next to the door was a t-shirt of the national soccer team, signed with the names of the twelve players. Above the t-shirt was a picture of the team, ready for the match to start. I was really amazed by the interior, simple, not overloaded, perfect.
"Yes?" I said. But as I looked into her face, she looked troubled, looking at the napkin on her lap. "Is everything ok? You know we can just tell Gary we want to take it rather than eat here and return to work, if that is what you want." I tried to hide the disappointment from voice, but I guess failed because she immediately looked up and shook her head.
"No, that is not it. This perfect, I just have this question on my mind since I saw you at my desk for the second time today."
"Ask away" I said
"How do you know Effy?"
I cleared my throat and prepared myself to tell her my story, my past. To tell her the story I have tried to forget many and failed each miserably. The final thing that convinced me of sharing my story is that, while I hesitated and took my time, she just waited patiently and smiled to me. That was it, I took a deep breath and started talking.
I know this is short, but I there was too much going on so I divided the chapters, and now I must go finish my essays and papers, and perhaps get a few hours of sleep. Have a nice day! Comments? Reviews are welcomed