C'est la vie!

Chapter 13🥀

Perry grumbled before reaching for his phone to call Aiden, provoked at the glare the security guard threw at us.

Apparently, this part of Aiden's movie production company was limited in extent to members of staff only. Thus, I could not get past the huge gates unless Aiden came for me.

It had been strenuous persuading Max into letting me 'tour' Aiden's company but he consented to it in the long run. Because, why not? This was going to be the only good thing happening to me this week.

Just then, the handsome lad came in sight, sauntering to our car. Aiden looked like the typical bad boy; plain black shirt, a black jeans and shades shielding his eyes from the sun.

He looked hot. I wondered what he was protecting his eyes from? The heat emanating from him?

I felt self-conscious and did a little check. Probing my outfit and using the car's window as a mirror.

The boys exchanged bro-hugs before giving me an embrace and leading me into the building, not before saying 'thank you' and 'bye' to Perry.

Heading towards his office, we walked by the breakroom that had been confined with tall transparent glass windows. In succession, the few people in there turned, soon whistling in our direction.

"Look who finally brought his beautiful girlfriend to work?!" one, amongst a few.

I looked at Aiden who disregarded them intentionally, trying to fight back a smug smile. I stifled a laughter.

We moved beyond it and down a corridor, walking past the offices' opening up to it.

"How does the mute-guy cause a noise in the workplace?", one of his colleagues deliberately followed us.

"Ignore him."

"Hi." The guy sang and I turned to face the handsome gentleman who had a humorous smile playing on his face. "You are? Sunshine? Rain? Thunder? Lightening?... Something to do with the element of the weather, right? Well..."

"...before you ask, lemme spit out a bit of the cliche statement- I've heard a lot about you. He doesn't talk much but he sure does when it comes to you—"

He paused at Aiden's stern expression, but went ahead to exchange pleasantries with me. "I've met you through the words of Aiden. But it's a pleasure to actually see you."

"Thank you," I tittered. "Nice meeting you too."

Aiden dragged me away before his friend could further embarrass him. We stopped in front of a door and he pulled out its key, unlocking it and letting us in. He sighed in relief.

"I see you're pretty loud over here."

"Only to a few."

I took a step back admiring his simple, yet, beautiful space.

His desk at the left side, clustered with papers, pen drives, his camera's, and things I could not define.

Behind the desk was the large clipboard that had been filled with colourful sticky notes, his handwriting inscribed on each of them. Obviously to keep him organized, yet serving as a purpose of beautification. Why did I find it attractive?

The other side of the room, could easily be marked as boring; having an old black sofa inclined on its white wall. The wall had only even numbers drawn on them.

"Anxiety," he justified. "We style our own spaces in order to caress our creative juices. I could give you a tour later, you would love it. But now, almost everywhere has people working there,"