tre // really, really, really, ridiculously good-looking
“I’m telling you, A. I have a good feeling about this one. I know I did great and he even complimented your work.” I said knowingly to Ava.
We were currently finishing our lunch and we were discussing how it had gone on my casting. It was more like me talking rapidly and her listening to everything I said while we ate.
“I’m sure you’ll get it, you deserve it.” Ava said while getting up. “I’m sorry Em, but I have to go back to the studio.”
“Oh, I have to go anyways.” I said while looking at my watch. “My shift is starting soon and I need to get there in time to change my shoes.”
“Okay. Well, see you later at home.” She said with a smile and hugged me.
“Okay, see ya.” I said hugging her back and headed my way.
Even though Ava and I lived together we didn’t see each other that much during the day. She worked at the studio from eight to four, sometimes even later depending on the job that she was doing. And when I wasn’t going to castings and doing modeling jobs I was working at a local thrift shop.
Since I wasn’t a full-time model I needed a job to make money. I was lucky to find that store because the owner is very understanding and we worked out a schedule to compliment my modeling one. That thrift shop is one of my favorite places ever. It specializes in designer clothes, vintage and newer, and rarities. It’s kind of out of my league money-wise but with the help of my boss and saving up for months I could buy a vintage Chanel dress that I fell in love with it. That store is one of my favorite places in New York and working there is a dream come true.
After getting to my workplace I started placing the new items on the racks and arranging the displays. Every time that we get a new rare item we use it to replace the ones on the window display so that someone gets to buy the old ones.
As I was finishing the front display the bell rang indicating that a customer had entered the shop. “I’ll be right there in a minute!” I said loud enough so that the person could hear. I was expecting back an answer but all I hear was silence. Wow, rude much?
I walked right to where the person was standing. It was a guy and his back was facing me so I talked to him to get his attention. “Hey, how can I help you?” I said and he turned to look at me.
“I’m just- you again?” He said angrily as he noticed who I was. This guy has serious issues! I had already apologized for what I did and he’s still angry at me? Such a drama queen. It was just a little stumble.
“Huh, why doesn’t it surprises me?” I said disinterested and noticed the confusion taking over his face.
“What are you talking about? What’s that supposed to mean?” He questioned infuriated. Wow, this guy gets angry so easily. That can’t be good for his health.
“I’m talking about the fact that when I said that I would be out in a minute you didn’t even acknowledge me. A simple okay would have been enough.” I said ignoring the fact that I was fueling his anger because getting him all riled up is so much fun. And the fact that he’s ridiculously good-looking is just a bonus.
“Are you stalking me?!” Why are you even here?” Wow, is he serious he’s the one that walked into the store.
“Are you serious? How can I be stalking you when you were the one that entered the store that I work in?” I snapped emphasizing the I. This guy is really getting on my last nerve.
“You’re so infuriating. You know, I was going to buy something but now I’m leaving so I don’t have to see you anymore.” The guy said almost shouting and stormed off.
“Well, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” I shouted at him not really caring that I lost a customer. I just hope that I don’t run into this guy again.
Now that I think about it, I don’t even know his name.