3 | Shag
"Yes Hugh, I made a fool out of myself twice and no he wasn't flirting. What did you expect me to do?" I asked him as I stabbed the tub of ice cream with my spoon.
We were currently curled up in the living room watching reruns of HIMYM while I recounted to Hugh my earlier experience with Nick. The 'hot guy' my best friend insisted on calling.
"I don't know? Shag him?" He asked while he moved his eyebrows suggestively at me.
"What is it with you and the word shag?" I asked exasperated.
"Oh I'm sorry, do you prefer copulate? fornicate? Or good ol' hanky panky?" He teased.
"Oh my god stop! I get it okay! I don't know if I should be amazed or scared at your wide range of vocabulary for sex" Raising my eyebrows at him.
"I work at a men's magazine remember. I ought to know a lot of words regarding that subject matter" He answered.
Hugh was a writer at a famous men's magazine. He was good at writing ever since high school and which landed him a wonderful internship. It also helped that he was as good looking as the male models they cast. Well that's that.
"Yeah yeah. Spare me the lecture oh wise one" I said as Hugh laughed at me. "I'm serious though, I don't want to hear anymore"
Hugh laughed more as we settled on actually watching. I placed my empty tub on the coffee table next to the other empty ones thinking how pathetic I must have looked right now.
"Stop it Cami, whatever you're thinking just stop" Hugh said without looking at my direction.
I stared at my best friend wondering how lucky I was that he still stuck with me all this years. I started ugly crying on the couch and hugged Hugh staining his shirt with my tears.
"Ssshh" Hugh said patting my head. "Everything's going to be alright in the end" he said encouragingly as I drifted off to sleep.
My whole body hurts. Opening my eyes, I was greeted with the harsh sunlight as I closed them shut again. Getting up from the sofa, I noticed the living room was clean with no evidences of my emotional breakdown. In addition to Hugh's many qualities, one of them is being a clean freak. At times it was beneficial for me, but other times it was just pure hell.
"I'm here!" He shouted from the kitchen.
I made my way towards the kitchen and sat down on the kitchen counter. Hugh handed me a cup of coffee as he took a sip of his.
"Are you going somewhere?" I asked, eyeing his clothes. It was a Saturday and I knew he didn't have work on the weekends.
"The boss called me in, change of schedules for this big shot ceo" he explained while he drank his coffee.
"Well that sucks" I commented.
"Yeah.. but I heard he's hot!"
"And that's a perfectly enough reason to go?" I questioned.
"Of course! Anyway, I have to go see you later!" He said as he placed his mug on the sink and took his keys from the counter heading outside the door.
I rolled my eyes at him. Finishing my coffee, I hopped down the counter and went to check my phone.
I found it already plugged in the corner mentally thanking my best friend for being the responsible one. I took out the charger and headed towards my bedroom.
As I reached the final step on the stairs, I scrolled down to find a message that made me almost miss a step.
Café de Fabiola was one of the most famous french cafés here in Manhattan. It wasn't that big, in fact the restaurant itself only consisted of four servers and two chefs. It was owned by the Esme Fabiola who was a lovely old lady who migrated here.
Dear Ms. Wilson,
We are delighted to inform you that your application for the chef pâtissier is accepted. You are scheduled for a final interview this Monday at 8:00 a.m.
Café de Fabiola
"Oh my God!!!! Is this really happening?" I shakily reached out for the stair railing afraid that I might just tumble down the stairs. It's certainly not the first time.
I called my bestfriend and after a few rings he finally picked up.
"HUGH! OMG You won't believe it!!" I happily shouted on the other phone.
"What?! Did the cat die?!" He replied.
"Wait- what? We have a cat?"
"No just kidding love, what is it?"
"Okay, you know the café I've been wanting to work for right?" I asked.
"Yeah, what about it?" He trailed.
"I got an interview for it!! It's on Monday!" I replied cheerfully.
"Oh my god Cami! That's great news! We have to celebrate later!"
"I know... at least something worked out for me" I said, sitting down on the steps.
"You deserve it Cami, I'll finish with work asap so we could start this party soon!"
"Alright, see you later" I said as he ended the phone call.
I closed my eyes and laid my head beside the wall. I hope this really works out, I can't afford to screw this chance up.
Getting up from the stairs, I made my way towards my bathroom and started on the tub. I poured a few drops of oils and let the tub fill up. When I was done with my bath, I let my hair air dry since I had the whole day before Hugh and I go out.
I spent the whole day baking different pastries because I was afraid that if I did nothing, my thoughts would automatically go back to my sad, pathetic breakup. And I didn't want to overthink it.
I guess the whole day went by because I heard the front door opening to reveal Hugh with a big smile.
"I'm guessing the ceo was really hot?" I asked him.
"I don't think 'hot' covers it. He has the looks and the body alright, but the guy was smart and witty" he explained as he took a seat on the bar stool.
"Oh! And he's super young for someone who's super successful already. He's twenty-eight, single, and gorgeous, I felt like the whole crew was swooning" Hugh said as I offered him a cookie.
"So coming to work on a saturday was totally worth it, I presume?" I asked him teasingly.
"Girl, I'd totes go to work on a saturday and sunday for him" he replied.
"So where are we going later?" I asked changing the topic.
Hugh's eyes lit up at the sound of going out. He was a huge fan of the party scene while I wasn't. Well not that much.
"It's a new bar that opened downtown. I think it's called Zeno or something" He answered.
"Well that's cool.." I said, not really excited to go to a club.
"Come on Cami! We seldom go on nights like this.. let's get you all glammed up and find a hot guy you can release your frustrations on!" He said as he clapped his hands and excitedly dragged me upstairs.
Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. I needed the distraction and what better way than go to a club, make stupid decisions and act how young people my age should act. Whatever the hell that is.
Hugh pushed me towards the bathroom and shut me in.
"Get a shower while I look for your dress!" Hugh's muffled voiced sounded from the other side of the door.
"Yes mom" I replied, rolling my eyes at him even though I knew he can't see it.
"I heard that! And don't you roll your eyes on me missy!"
Count on my best friend to have super hearing. After a few minutes, I stepped out of the shower and into my room wearing a fluffy robe. And boy did my eyes almost fall out.
On the bed, was my sexiest and arguably the sluttiest lingerie my wardrobe has. It was a gift from my mother who thought I needed more 'spice' in my life.
It was black, lace and well, almost see through.
"I am not wearing that" I said protesting.
"Yes you are!" Hugh countered.
"No! I will certainly not"
Let's just say Hugh won the argument and I'm now clad in my stripper underwear. I felt slightly uncomfortable since I wasn't really that comfortable of my body. I had rolls when I sat up and my hips were too wide.
"'Now put this on!" Hugh said as he placed a very red, very revealing piece of clothing.
"I feel like you're my pimp Hugh, you're literally dressing me up like a hooker"
"Shut up Cami, I know what I'm doing" he said.
With a dejected sigh, I put on the tight fitting dress that had thin straps, a fitted bodice with a slit on the right leg.
Hugh refused to let me see my reflection as he guided me towards the vanity table and started on my hair and makeup.
Since I had wavy hair, he easily curled my hair in big waves and did a subtle smokey eye with matching red lips. The process was quite fast since Hugh knew I was a fan of keeping it simple and natural.
After an hour or so of pampering, Hugh was finally done. He finally let me see my reflection and what I saw was an utter surprise.
I actually, sincerely felt beautiful. I wasn't on the narcissistic side, but damn. Hugh did a miracle. He was standing behind me, wiping a fake tear as he appreciated his work.
"Wow... thanks Hugh"
"You’re welcome beau" he said as he gave me a side hug.
"Now come on, it's time to parteeeey!" He cheerfully said as I felt the sudden excitement of letting myself free tonight.