𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 ─── 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 ༄‧₊˚ (EDITING)

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I WALKED INTO THE AGENCY, GREETING EVERYONE WITH A POLITE smile. My mood seemed to be brighter than it could have ever been. The reason for that being the memories that swam across my head from last night. It still felt like a daze that would soon fade away.

''Good morning sunshine. Now, I have some news'' Scott spoke, quickly pulling me away from the small group of people near us. I grew confused at the nervous tone he acquired.

''What is it?'' I asked, looking beside me. 

''There was a small change of plans so the runway is tomorrow'' I widened my eyes, being wrecked by thousands of emotions all at once. Despite my undeniable efforts, the idea of having to be in the spotlight still made my hands tremble.

''Wait, so it just happened like that?'' I asked through confusion. Scott nodded, his eyes diverting down to the floor.

''It was a change of plans from the company. I don't like this either but we have to do it'' He shrugged just as I began to chew on my lip nervously. My thoughts scattered across my head, leaving their designated place. It seemed insane how they had been aligned perfectly only to be ruined by this news.

''Well, uhm'' I cleared my throat, acknowledging that my head was nothing but a blank space at that moment. ''Alright, I should probably prepare myself'' I said, feeling an ounce of confidence make its way through my veins.

''Okay, so you should probably go home, do what you have to do, and perhaps come back later when I don't feel like throwing myself from those stairs over there'' He spoke quickly but in a high-pitched voice. I nodded with no intentions of worsening his state of mind.

''I will do that'' I mumbled, grabbing my purse as I walked out of there in a completely different mood. My adrenaline did not take a rest for quite some time. Shaking my head in confusion, I stepped inside my car and closed the door behind me.

My hesitation dwelled back into the place where it always could be found whenever Alex made a run through my head. It took over my coherent thoughts and somehow pushed me further away from calling him. 

I chewed on my lip as the contact name shined bright on my screen. Perhaps it was a rushed move coming from me. The place where we stood and our label was still deeply unknown information to me. And asking him was not something I would take the risk of doing.

I was not sure when or how but in under two seconds my phone was already ringing, anticipating a response. The sound kept echoing across the vehicle, tensing my whole body. This went on for an unmeasurable length of time.