Love For The First Sight

Chapter 1

My name is Brooklyn Gray. I have an extremely average life. I am 28 years old and I do makeup. I have a small studio of my own where I receive my guests. No, I did not become the owner of this magnificent place by a rich daddy or mom, but by my own strength. My parents never supported me, they say if you don't have a diploma you are a dead person, so I wanted to prove it to the contrary. I have been working since I was young, initially taking only small student jobs, but since I didn't get to my favorite university, leaving everything behind, I learned how to do makeup. Fortunately, there is a need for such services here in America. I haven't talked to my parents in a long time, so they have no idea what I took. But it could be better that way. What else can I tell? My love life? The disaster itself. When I was younger, I repelled the boys. I considered learning more important. I was never the kind of partying, eager in town, I spent my free time in my little room at home. I loved listening to music, so I could somehow rule out everything. I could dream of a life I secretly longed for. And yes, turning back, relationship...so even if there was someone, nothing serious. I am 28 years old and have not been withba boy yet. But I didn't even feel the need, maybe because people my age were brain scraps these days? I haven't met anyone who has had chemistry between the two of us, but you know what I mean. So my little average life isn't perfect, but I love it. However, with makeup, you can't invest in a secure life, I take on a lot of smaller jobs as a staff statistican, where make-up the stars for the given role and adjust their make-up after recordings. Very often, at major galas and awards ceremonies, I am also asked to make occasional make-up, so I get more money for these works. In addition to me, there is another girl working here who also make-up the actors and actresses. No matter how hard I tried to be friendly with her, somehow I feel like this woman doesn't sympathize with me. Her name is Sarah James, you know she's the typical chick who looks perfect, for sure every guy in high school was there for her. Her hair is always perfect, her teeth are white, and her attire is like a diva. But it was reassuring to know that the people I was dealing with weren't good at it because I was unloading everything, but because I was me.
The next morning everything started perfectly. I didn't have to work today, so I woke up without an alarm clock which might have come up with a birthday surprise. No, I had no problem getting up early, but for a long time, getting up at four in the morning wears the body. It was good to wake up to the lights of the sun's rays filtering through the small gaps in the shutter. I was pleaser to acknowledge that my dear Bailey was sleeping next to me. He was a dachshund I had adopted as a child two years ago. Extremely smart dog, my best friend! As I slowly climbed out of my soft bed and headed for the bath to ge myself a little tidy. In the evening, my friends and I go to a famous restaurant to celebrate Dave's birthday. So in the morning I arranged the things to do at home. I washed, I cooked, I cleaned. I don't have much time for these but I still try to make time for it. A lot of times I either order food or stuff unhealthy stuff in a fast food shop. Althought they were unhealthy, they tasted really good so there was no problem consuming them either. Since we booked a table for seven in the evening so at five o'clock in the afternoon I thought I'd take a bath and wash my hair fast. I dressed nicely according to the evening afterwards I threw a little makeup on myself, even tough it was my profession for some reason I didn't like to pack different beautifying materials on myself. Five of us went to celebrate Dave, we could fit in a car. Let's say I was a quarter of an hour's walk from the place, but they offered to go together, so why would I refuse? Theoretically several famous people have already turned up at this restaurant, though I don't admire it. It already looks like a pretty busy place from outside. Well, when we entered, there was no doubt that I wouldn't say places like that to my style. I like the average simple places. But it wasn't such a place. Everyone was pinched out elegantly. It seemed that people with thick wallets would come here. But Dave had his 30th birthday so he deseved the best. He said he especially liked these places, he was a great womanizer and here you could meet a lot of young girls who could enjoy this glittering and luxurious part of life because of their daddy and mommy's money. The others indicated to the waiter that we had arrived today with a birthday party so we ask for only the best of everything. After all, we live once, don't we? Poison expensive champagne, caviar, duck liver cake with cranberry jelly, steak and similar exclusive food and drinks lined the menu and they were unconsciously delicious. The team suppressed the posion expensive and stronger-than-strong drinks, however, I only drank a glass of champagne. I loved my friends, they were extremely big shapes. It was very good to talk to them, to joke, I don't say that boys Dave, Louis and Tom liked to embarrass the female members of the team by name me and Angel, but luckily we stood up well to the rehearsals. Louis was just telling a funny story that he managed to burn completely in front of a girl, I tried to control my laughter but I couldn't, so as I turned my face a little to see how embarrassed the male member is, how good I laugh at the story, my eyes meet a man eyes. He sat two hours away from us, with a larger company. I couldn't decide if a glass of champagne might have hit my head but as our eyes met I felt like I could watch these pairs of eyes for hours. I am lost in his eyes, as he is in mine and then in my girly embarrassment the smile froze from my face and I focused on my friends. During the evening, however, I searched the unshaven man's enchanting gaze densely out of the corner of my eye. I sensed sadly that the company sitting in the direction of two o'clock was saying goodbye to each other. As they walked out I took one last look in the direction of the man who, before stepping out, looked back at me for the last smile. I felt my heart want to jump out of place right away. Would that be that famous love at first sight?