I walked off the plane and read a big welcome sign saying 'Welcome to the Atlanta Georgia Airport', oh god it's too early to be all excited and preppy. I looked at my watch 'UGH it's 3 am I could fall asleep right now!' I thought to myself as I walked to the baggage claim area. I stood there with everyone who was on my flight around me waiting... and waiting... and waiting. It was 3:45 by the time everyone gets their luggage except me. I walk over to the service desk, "Hi, I got off my flight at 3 am from Austin Texas, and everyone on my flight has seemed to have gotten their luggage, mine hasn't come through."
She looks at me smiling "May I please see your information?" I hand her everything and she looks up the number on my tag. "It looks like your luggage is still in Califonia ma'am, it is in the lost and found."
"Oh, that must be a mistake, I had a connecting flight from California to Austin Texas to here." I gave her a fake smile hoping it was a mistake.
"Sorry ma'am, I can have it put on the first flight in on Sunday." I look at my watch again seeing it is Thursday.
"Are you sure that is the earliest flight out?"
"Yes ma'am," I look around and turn back to her and nod, she smiles and clicks a few things on the computer and hands me a new tag, "Here you go! You are all set, and here is a coupon for a free coffee at the coffee cefé just down on the right" she points in the direction as I take everything.
"Thank you," I say smiling a bit as I walk down there. I'm here in Georgia to work on the set of The Walking Dead as a makeup artist assistant, it's my first big job, and I feel I will love it here. I walk to the coffee shop and I order myself a coffee. I grab it, taking a big sip 'this was definitely needed' I think smiling and I walk down to where I see the busses to my hotel, as I'm walking someone slammed into me making me fall on my hip and spill my coffee all over myself, "ugh ow" I say as I hit my hip on the hard floor rubbing my side.
"Oh shit I am so sorry!" a manly voice says to me, I can already tell he is tall as I look up at him as he reaches out to me, I take his hand as he helps me up. "I am so sorry please let me buy you another coffee."
"No no it's fine," I say seeing his face realizing it is Jeffrey Dean Morgan. I immediately blush looking up into his eyes. I wasn't sure what to say.
"Oh please at least let me buy you a new shirt just so you don't have to go around with a coffee all over your shirt. " I nod a little bit smiling at him as I follow him into one of the stores he buys me a basic t-shirt that says 'Atlanta Georgia' on it and hands it to me. "Are you sure you don't want me to buy you a coffee?"
"I'm sure, Um thank you for the shirt," I smile at him.
"Of course, my pleasure" he smirks a bit "Well maybe I'll see you around then?"
"Oh uh yeah!" I wave as he walks away. I walk into the bathroom changing into the new shirt quickly putting my stained shirt in my bag and I walked to the busses. I saw the sun was coming up as I got onto the bus. I listen to music looking out the window and enjoying the view. Georga was really beautiful from what I could see.
Once I arrived at the hotel I checked in to get my room key. I got not the elevator getting up to my floor going to my door. "OH boy, I am so ready to sleep," I say to myself laughing a bit and I hear someone clearing his throat next to me. I look over to see Jeffrey once again going to unlock, what I'm guessing, is his room right next to mine. He looks at me smiling a bit.
"Hey, I had a feeling we would see each other again." he chuckles a bit.
"Oh hey um yea! I just got here," I smile at him.
He smirks at me "Well hey um how about tonight we could go out to the bar and grab a few drinks?" he moves a bit closer to me leaning on the wall.
I feel my cheeks heat up and I smile, "I would very much like that," I smile even more.
"Perfect" he claps his hands having a huge smile on his face, "How about I pick you up at 8?"
I nod, "Yea that would be perfect!"
"Alright, well I will see you then sweetheart" he winks as he walks into his room. I unlock mine walking in and I see the bed, dropping all my things and I make a run for it laying down smiling to myself as I think of him calling me sweetheart. I get under the covers getting comfy and I fall asleep.
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