The Intern (ON HOLD)

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'It's pretty simple, pretty obvious: that people's first impression of people are a really big mistake."
-Vincent D'Onofrio

Avery

Striding into the cold and windy weather of February, I make sure my scarf and gloves are on my hands nice and snug. Winter in February? Toronto isn't any good. I take my car keys out of my black Michael Kors tote. I walk over to my sleek cherry Volkswagen CC. I place my purse in the trunk and enter my car. When the engine revved it sent tingles in my spine. 5 years at that diner really paid off. This is my first car. EVER. I mean sure I've driven my mothers car, but it didn't belong to me. Luckily, I worked hard to get myself a brand new, reliable car, such as this one. It's only the second day but, I love it already.

Despite the fact that it feels like hell freezing over outside, the sun was out and shining bright as ever. Thank heavens for cars with heaters, because I don't think I'd be able to survive. I made my way over to He Brews, where your cup runneths over! God I love that place. A nice cup of coffee on a cold day, perfect. Okay, so I'm just making excuses for my coffee addiction, but it's a reason. A damn good one at that.

Once I enter the street of He Brews, I parellel park in front of the coffee shop. Right in between a blue BMW 428i coupe and a white Honda Accord. My black Tory Burch flats, hit the pavement as I opened my trunk, grabbed my bag and entered the coffee shop. The shop was filled with incoherent chatter and espresso machines purring. I scowered the room, searching for him. 1:30. He said he'll be here. I have class at 2, he better not be late. Suddenly someone gently tapped me.

"Avery?" Unknown asked skeptically. I turned around to meet the mysterious speaker.

I met unknown's gaze and realized they weren't unknown. It was the guy I met from Craig's list who was searching for a place to reside. Sebastian Stan. Finally I got more than just a tiny little box with a blurry picture of him. He stood up to greet me.

"Hello, Sebastian." I held out my hand and he took it. "Nice to finally meet you." I smiled.

"Like wise," He retorted. Standing, at my estimate, 6'1', he had light blue eyes, dark brown hair, and a jaw of steel. He looked like the typical guy next door. He was wearing a casual blue button up, gray jeans, and black converse. Decent guy. Not bad. He slid a cup of coffee in front of me.

"Thanks," I smiled. "So... What made you want to move here? I noticed on your profile it was proclaimed that you lived in Iowa. Pretty far away, don't you think?" I poured Hazelnut cream in my hot beverage.

"Well, of course it is, but who wants to live in their hometown forever, right? I just wanted to move out of the place I lived. I'm pursuing my career in Business and this is the first place I could think of. Plus, I actually love the atmosphere here. Not bad."

My eyebrows were probably under my hair line, "Business? I didn't see that on your profile or the E-mail you sent me. What do you do? Or what are you trying to do?"

He chuckled, "Ummmm... I'm a Financial Center Manager."

"So you work in banks only?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"That's the only place I have worked in, yes. I don't necessarily have to work in banks only. My other job wasn't getting that much business. They gave me other suggestions, which is pretty rare. The bank looked at my records, loved what they saw and... here I am." He spread his arms out in a, Here I am kind of way.

"Good. So that means you make enough money to help out with the bills? I suppose." I asked.

"Of course. From the pictures you've sent and what I've seen from the FaceTime calls, it's worth it." He shrugged.

"Yeah it's pretty big. I didn't know what I was doing when I first moved out here." We shared a laugh. "Well, considering we've already spoken for the past 2 months, I feel like I know enough. I just told you to come here today, to give you your official key to your new home." I unlatched his key from my key chain and handed it to him.

"Thank you and I'm responsible, reliable, all of the above. No worries." He assured me.

"I assume you are." I nodded and smiled.

I gathered my things and began to walk out of the coffee shop. Before I reached the door, I turned around and said, "Oh and Sebastian?" He turned around to face me.

"Hmm?"

"Welcome to Toronto," I smiled.

It looked beautiful outside. The flowers that ran along the front of the coffee shop, bursted with color. The incoherent chattering made my ears ring, in a good way. I don't know why, but I'm happy. I guess I don't need to know why as long as I am, it's fine. My fingers brushed across the pearl white daisies, deep golden yellow sunflowers, and passionate red roses. Life couldn't be better. My smile was permanent, as if it was tattooed on my face. All I could hear in my head was Pocket full of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield. I guess the volume was at it's max because I felt a hard body crash into me and a phone was being pulled by gravity.

"Shit." I snapped out of my daydream and attempting to pick up the phone. I guess the random passer was thriving in my head, because next thing I knew I felt like my head was whacked with a sock filled with rocks and nickels.

"Ouuuchhhh!" We said simutaneously. "Get out of my head!" Again. Great.

Mysterio finally was smart enough to pick it up alone. When our eyes met, I felt a wave of heat rush over me. Good because it's cold as hell... hell isn't cold. You know what I mean. He was... breath taking. He was a light brown eyed, 6'0', masculine, hairy guy. Not nasty hairy, but facial hairy. It was... hot. Which is odd because I'm not too crazy about that. He had on a gray suit with a gray tie. Wow. Hello, hormones. I must have been staring for quite a long time because when I snapped out of my transe, all I heard was;

"Hellooo?"

My eyes averted back to his, "Huh? What? Oh, sorry. Ummm, yeah. Is your phone okay?"

He smiled... at least I think he did; or he tried to. "Yeah it's fine, thanks. But next time, be careful."

"Oh yeah. Sorry about that." I laughed nervously.

"It's okay. Really it is." He winked.

"Yeah, well... bye." I quickly, then walked (ran) to my car. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. I cursed at myself as I entered my car. My engine revved- there goes that tingle again- and I quickly sped off.

Way to go Avery.