It Was My Time

Opportunities & Ideas

When I changed to some warm clothes they borrowed me, I found myself sitting in the lobby with a hot chocolate in my hands and some cookies to share it with.

Alexander was only 2 years older than me but looked somehow younger, or maybe same age.
"So what's your name, darling?" He asked grabbing a cookie.

"Scarlet Blackwell, thank you for taking time for me." I said.

"Oh, no, no problem at all! I'm always up for what admires have to say." He smiled. "Wait, you are, right? An admirer? I mean not that it made a difference but.."

"Yes, of course I am! You've been a great inspiration, you know? I wouldn't had walked through a million of people, through that rain and shouted at your big bodyguard you have, if I weren't your admirer." He grin, quite amused. "I don't want to take a lot of time on me, especially when the Spring Love runway is on hold.."

"Take all the time you want. It will be postponed." He said moving his head to the sides.

"okay, fine. Look, I'm aspiring to be a designer..." His eyes sparkled and interrupted me. "You have your sketches in your suitcase? Can I see them?" He pointed at the suitcase that was sitting beside me.

I wasn't expecting such reaction on him.

"Sure." I said opening the suitcase and passing it to him.

He examined one by one careful, expressionless, so I couldn't came up with anything, I didn't knew if he liked it or not.

I waited silently, the paparazzi were still outside I could hear the clicking of their cameras.

He finally looked up. "Scarlet Blackwell, this are the most creative, beautiful, wonderful designs anyone had ever done in the history of designers. Where have you been? Under a rock or something?"

I felt how my cheeks turn warm and though I tried to cover, nothing really worked.

"Let's do something, I'd like to work with you. MY next collection, you're in." he grin, admiring my sketches.

"That's an amazing offer, but, and don't get me wrong, I'd like to work alone, in designing." I explain. "I mean, I want my works be created by me, maybe with some collaboration but most of this being me."

"Oh, you misunderstood me. Of course, being a fashion designer is something of myself and I, and I'd love to push you up to be the most known designer, but you need to be recognise for something first and not to brag about, I'm in a pretty high level, making a collaboration with me will get you recognize and boom!" He moved his hands like an explosion. "You'll be successful!"

And I'm not gonna lie, it was a hell of a offer that got me in the edge of the sofa. I would had been nuts if I hadn't take it.

And that's the answer. I accepted his offer.