precious- timothée chalamet

chapter twenty-seven

EVE HAD TO GO TO WORK BEFORE SHE she could catch her flight, meaning she brought her suitcases with her and stored them in her office. When Andy entered her office, he couldn't help but laugh as she struggled to subtly stack them in the corner. The decorations in all the offices were way too sparse to allow her to hide anything, so she had stacked them behind her fake Yucca tree. "Does it look that stupid?" Eve sighed as Andy chuckled.

"A little," Andy admitted.

"God," She groaned. "I was trying to be professional about it, but I have to do a stupid meeting with Bailey and some of the Board about final guest list ideas, and with the limited time I already have today I couldn't just run back to my apartment before hopping in a car and heading off to JFK."

Andy's eyes widened, "I really don't think they'll care, Eve. They're so focused on getting things finalized so they can contact vendors I doubt they'll be like, what's this all about then?" He said, waving a hand in the direction of the suitcases. "Is that really why you're all stressed out or is it because you'll be with Mister Timothée Chalamet?"

He waggled his brows in her direction and she groaned again, "I'm so nervous and excited about what it's going to be like to be with him in Los Angeles and maybe San Francisco for two and a half weeks, I'll be practically living with him too. There will not be separate places like how it is now, and I'm just nervous if that will affect us at all?"

"I seriously doubt that," Andy told her, walking over to her desk and sitting in one of the chairs across from her. He patted her hand. "Don't stress out, remember that you've known him since you were both fifteen and somehow came back together easily. Living together will simply be a bump in the road, and during the day you basically get all your time to yourself, right?" She nodded in response and Andy continued softly. "It'll be alright. I think this is a good way to see how you guys act in the real world together."

"Yeah," Eve ran a hand through her hair, she had curled it in attempts to look nice for both the Board and Timothée later that night. "I'm just nervous for that, I think. Like escaping the Honeymoon period and then entering the real world together."

"From what you've told me you guys will always find compromises and work together. Don't stress, Eve, that boy is head over heels in love with you."

She blushed, her cheeks flaming hot as Andy only laughed, patting her hand some more comfortingly. "So, about the guest list being finalized.... You said Tyler the Creator is coming?"

***

Somehow, Eve survived the six hour flight from New York City to Los Angeles after having dealt with a man threatening to punch another man for taking his airplane headphones, a woman farting next to her while she slept the entire flight, and a kid continuously kicked her chair for the duration of the flight. Eve had hoped for some peace and quiet so she could read or watch a movie, but all she got in return was chaos.

When they landed, Eve said a silent prayer to whatever God would listen saying thank you for getting her off that plane safely and without stabbing someone. It took a lot in her to restrain herself. Another thing she felt the moment she landed was the time change and how exhausted she was, being three hours ahead normally, now she had to continue and function as if it was seven p.m. when at home it was ten p.m.

Timmy told her that he was in a black Hyundai near the entrance, so Eve hurried as fast as she could through LAX, her pantsuit still on from work in the infamous grey that Timmy loved so much and she had adopted his baseball cap and sunglasses to try and sneak away from paparazzi all she could. Walking through LAX she saw some people that she could instantly tell were paparazzi, holding up their phones and cameras in anticipation for some celebrity to be in their midst. No one paid one bit of attention to Eve until she got out of the airport, and for that she was grateful, because she was so close to Timmy now she could almost taste it.