The Sweet Smell of Florsheim Shoes and Michael Kors

He's on My Mind, Everyone Knows

Okay, so he was tall! Most guys I knew were always my same height, but this guy was perfect! "I'm so sorry. I just, I haven't heard anybody introduce themselves as: My name is John S. period," he looked at me skeptically. Wow. So the guy had no brain. Hmmm, this "was" London, after all. 

Hey, this was the BEST elevator ride ever! DING! Ugh, it was nice while it lasted. Helena stepped out first. I was half-way out before he grabbed my arm. "I'm Sky, by the way..." He smirked. I couldn't help but notice those bright blue eyes once again. The color of his name! Hot! Wow. "We'll it was very nice to meet you, Sky, but we're in a bit of a rush! See you around!" Helena pulled me by the other arm. Mood killer! She was so going to get it. "Let's go, Gar! We don't want to be late on the first day!" I walked a few steps, and instantly looked back at Sky. He was watching me go, and I was LEAVING! Ugh, she was so so getting it!  

That guy was on my mind from the bus stop, to the bus ride, and then to the walk to the café.  

"Gar? Gar? GARLAND! Earth to Garland! Where are you right now? Disney World? What is wrong with you? You haven't talked the whole time. Tell me what's on your mind. It's killing me!" 

I glanced at her quickly. Should I go all dramatic, or should I just spill? Fine. Spilling time. I looked at the sidewalk, "Well, one, I hate walking in heels." At that, she puffed out wind. "You're telling me? I'm the short one," she muttered. I shook my head to dismiss that comment. "Two, that guy has crossed my mind five billion times since earlier. He. Just. Won't. Leave!"  

Helena stared at me dumbfounded. She had the most concentrated look on her face, thinking, of course. "It's him! It's him!" She blurted. "He was nothing but a HUGE flirt! He gave you all his attention and made an attempt to get to know 'you'!" I giggled. Yes, I couldn't help plastering the biggest smile on my face. The people on the streets walked frantically, but none of them failed to give me dirty looks telling me they thought I was crazy for being happy.  

We finally reached Java Joanie's and ordered. "May I have a large iced coffee, a large mocha frappe, and two chocolate eclairs? Oh, and can you add chocolate carvings to that mocha frappe? Thanks," I was in the mood for sweets this morning. "Of course, Miss," the teenaged cashier answered in a thick, British accent. This was going to need getting used to.  

Once we got our purchase, we headed across the street to the biggest cosmetic building in London.  

Helena and I strutted into Lash at Last. Well, we almost did, until we got stopped by security when the sirens went off. Yeah, I tried pulling the door that said: Press button to the right or alarm will go off.  

After getting past the five, bulky security guys, which were pretty cute themselves, we walked over to the receptionist's desk where around ten receptionists sat. Half of them talked on the phone while another two shuffled around the area frantically. The others sat around gossiping. How could I tell? Well the little bunch looked over to Helena and I and began to whisper. High school in Big Girl World. Check.  

"They look busy, Garland. You should talk first.." Wait, what? "Um, no way! You do it!" She groaned and muttered under her breath. "Hello, we're..." Lena was interrupted by a long, twig like, yellow painted finger. The perfect finger belonged to a pale girl with orange, chin length hair. She had yet to make eye contact with us. "Names?" She asked in a monotone voice. "Helena Yaroide," she elbowed me in the hip (she didn't quite succeed to my ribs). "Ow! Um Garland Tea." Finally, she looked up from her papers. She looked at me from over her glasses which were perched on her long, thin nose. "I am expecting your full last name, twit. This isn't the third grade, you know." I mentally face palmed. Helena literally face palmed, groaned, and then laughed. I was scared. This girl scared me. "Is there something funny, Miss.. Um..?" "Yaroide. Helena Yaroide, and yes. Her name is Garland Tea. As in T-E-A? Pumpkin head turned a light shade of pink that lit her clean, pale face. "Aw, yes. Well forgive me."  

She got up from her rolling chair and looked through a wide, stainless steel filing cabinet that wrapped around the receptionists' desk.