Later in the afternoon, I sit in the outdoor area of the coffee shop as I stare intently at the screen of my PC. I scroll through fashion news pages that are constantly talking about an upcoming fashion week by the famous designer Laurent Coté and it seems like Callan has been invited to attend.
I do a lot of research and find out that selected guests can bring a plus one. I would love to attend and Callan is my one way ticket to finally experiencing fashion week.
The following day, I head to his house. I don't think he likes the fact that I showed up with no invitation but I am onto a mission.
Lounging on the patio, I sip on a drink while Callan -who is bare chested- roasts chewy goodness on an inbuilt BBQ grill.
I finally bring up the topic, "So, I heard that Laurent Coté's fashion week is this weekend".
"Yea, what about it?" He ask's.
"Are you part of the guest list?" I ask even though I know.
"Yes," he responds.
"And... I heard that you can bring a plus one," I mention.
"Hmm". He looks at me briefly.
"So... Who is going to be your plus one?" I ask.
"I haven't decided yet," he answers as he continues grilling the pork chops.
Seriously?
I back down from asking more questions but then again, I need to attend this fashion week. How am I going to tell him that without sounding off?
"Uh... Laurent is one of my favourite designers," I try my luck again but fuck it, I don't even know who the fuck Laurent Coté is. "It has been a dream of mine to attend one of her fashion shows".
I continue under his scrutiny, "I mean... You're so lucky to be part of the guest list-"
Before I could say anything else, he interjects "I don't think I'll be attending".
Dammit!
"Oh," I respond.
Welp, that was a swing and a miss.
I continue sipping on my drink when he suddenly mentions Andreas' name which alerts me that he has arrived.
"What's with everybody showing up at my house with no invitation," Callan says.
"Oh sorry dude. I didn't know you had Kashmere over," He says flirtatiously.
Callan catches onto the joke and denies, "No no. It's nothing like that".
We hear laughing from the interior of the mansion.
"Did you bring other people over?" Callan ask's.
"Ah yes. It's our boys from back in college," Andreas responds before he rushes inside to call for them.
"I'll meet you inside," he says to me as he hands me a plate of grilled goodness.
"Why?" I ask.
"I said, I'll meet you inside. I promise I won't take that long," he urges me to leave and I comply.
Why the hell did he need me to leave so badly? Didn't he want me to meet his friends?
As I make my way back in, I espy three men making their way towards the backyard, where Callan is.
After spending three hours by myself in the lounge room, Callan shows up.
"Sorry I took long," he apologizes.
"What was that all about?" I question.
"What?" He responds.
"You not wanting to introduce me to your friends. Are you embarrassed of me?" I ask.
"What? No. That's insane," he denies.
"Well, clearly you are 'cause if you weren't, you would have let me meet your friends like a normal person would," I respond.
"Kashmere, that's not true. Your insecurities are getting the best of you," he replies as he walks over to the bar and pours some brandy into a glass.
Really?
"Well since I'm not wanted here, I'll leave". I get up to make my way out.
"Kashmere..." He calls out for me but I don't look back.
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