Since Harry was kind enough to give me the afternoon off, I take this time to waste it perfectly. I should really be using this time efficiently to write some articles and impress Harry, but what the hell, I opened up to Harry today about my past in which I have barely told anyone so I will reward myself. I'm going to go home, have a shower and change into some comfortable clothes whilst I sit down, relax, eat and watch movies.
All tonight will consist of is food, baths, more food, Disney movies and did I mention even more food?
When I arrive in my apartment building I'm a little out of breath due to my walk from my new work building to where I live. The walk isn't too far, but I didn't wear the most comfortable shoes today as I wanted to give a good impression on my first day.
As I head up to floor seven, the floor where I'm happy to call my home I take the stairs instead of the lift because hey, stairs give you good calf muscles and I'm going to need to work off all the food I'll be consuming tonight.
Wasting no time, dump my purse on the kitchen table, take off my shoes and run into my bedroom ensuite to begin my shower.
Twenty minutes later I'm popping a bag of butter popcorn in the microwave, defrosting my little too frozen Ben n Jerry's ice cream and making myself a chocolate milkshake. It still amazes me by how I'm not fat considering all this junk food I inhale. I guess not having a car and having to walk everywhere makes up for it.
The popcorn stops popping which can only mean one thing. It's ready! The mouth watering scent fills my nose and I can literally taste the salty butter on the tip of my tongue.
I carry the bag of popcorn under my right arm with my chocolate milk in my right hand and ice cream in my left hand. I plank my bottom onto the lounge and wriggle in my spot, finding my most comfortable position. Setting the chocolate milk and ice cream on the coffee table infront of me, I take a handful of popcorn and begin to eat it.
"Mmmmm." I moan to myself. It tastes better than it smells. You really do deserve this popcorn Cassie. As I'm about to take another handful of popcorn I feel a vibration in my pocket of my pants. I dig my hand into my pocket, retrieving my phone and noticing that the flashing screen says No Caller ID.
Who could it be? I decide to answer it anyway, sliding my finger across the phone screen and holding it up to my ear.
"Hello?" I say into the speaker. All I hear is loud noises in the background and heavy breathing. "Is anyone there, hello?" Still more breathing. "Am I talking to Darth Vader or someone?"
"Cassie." A raspy voice that is deeper than usual speaks from the other end. "Cassie can you hear me?"
"Harry?" I question, wanting to know if it really is him or not. I know I said call me, but this soon really?
"How are you Cassie?" Harry asks, the noise in his background continuing to get louder making it hard for me to hear him.
"I'm good Harry. May I ask where are you? It's very loud wherever you are."
"Just at the local pub." He chuckles through the phone. What's funny and why is he at a club?
"Harry, are you drunk?"
"And why would you assume that?" Harry burps loudly. "Oops, excuse me." He falls into another fit of laughter. How lovely.
"Harry which pub are you at? I'm calling you a taxi alright, just tell me where you are."
"Why do you care?" He asks. Why wouldn't I care? Harry let me open up to him today without judging me plus he gave me my dream job so I kind of owe him.
