When successful author Y/n Y/l/n is late for a meeting with Simon & Schuster, who knew that a little bit of intervention on the part of fate could possibly change her life?
Upon meeting Hailee Steinfeld, life seems to be a little different, almost...
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Here I am, driving off towards where Hailee texted me to go off to. She'd texted me on Instagram since she didn't have my number, which would've been a bit more efficient.
I don't know what it is about phone numbers, but something about it just doesn't sit right with me. On Instagram, people find you and are well in their rights to follow you and whatnot.
A phone number is something only you have that's unique in regards to communication and unless someone dials you by accident, nobody can really find you. You choose who gets to get in contact with you. I find that to really be something that makes me feel the slightest sense of security.
Nonetheless, Hailee let me know when and where she'd be down to meet up. I must admit, I am a bit nervous. Why, you ask? I wish I knew myself.
So much so, I've gone through about five different outfits to find the perfect one. I know it's all casual, there's nothing to dress up for. But for the love of God, it's Hailee Steinfeld! I feel like that's reason enough.
My phone rings on the holder and I connect it to the car's audio. I pick my call, "Hey, Chlo!"
"How'd you know it was me?" I roll my eyes, knowing fully well she can't see me. I know it's her because (a) I've got a separate ring tone for her and (b) I see her caller ID, I'm not dumb.
"I just guessed. Now what's up?" I stop at a red light and make sure to check myself in the mirror before I can meet Hailee.
"Listen, I know we took last night a little too far..."
"A little too far? Chloe, I was hammered! I've got a major hangover and I'm driving in the hot sun irritated." I deadpan. And I meant it. Although last night was pretty fun, it's something I shouldn't have done knowing that I'd be meeting someone for lunch.
Liam and Chloe thought it'd be best to take the home party to a small bar downtown. By the end of the night, not only was I wasted, but I also fell into a fountain.
The only two good things about last night were (a) I got to spend some time with Liam and (b) I found a shitload of change in the fountain.
"Be it as it may. I just wanted to let you know that you were a great sport. But there's something I'd like to tell you."
"Sure, I'm all ears." The red light turns to a green as I press the gas to give my car some acceleration. I continue to drive, all the while knowing that Chloe's still on the line. Being a bit hesitant, though. It isn't really like her to be this way. Around me, that is.
"Chloe?" I say into the phone, seeing as the call was pretty darn quiet. "Yeah, sorry. I'm here. I don't know how to say it."
