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Lowen had been through hell and back to get to where she is now - one of the world's best upcoming music artists. But after releasing a few hit singles she k...
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Lowen Pierce: *Do you remember where Andy's is?* My phone lit up beside me. Groaning, I pushed away from my desk, texting her to answer.
*Yes, why?*
*Get down here ASAP, please!*
*Is everything OK?*
*Sorry if I'm interrupting you, but if you have a break soon, please come.*
Truthfully I have an uneventful day, and most of my paperwork almost done. I finished up signing papers and slipped on my suit jacket. "I'm going for lunch." I told Samuel as I passed his door. "Want anything?"
"No, don't worry. Thanks."
I took the stairs, jogging to the bottom. As I left the building, a cool air hit me. I made my way down the street to Drew's Brews as requested, unsure of what the rush is. She never texts me, and only calls when completely necessary.
I pushed through the door, glancing around the café to spot her. She sat alone in a corner, with her eyes burning into her laptop's screen. She hasn't spotted me yet, probably because she has headphones on. I strolled over to her, unbuttoning my jacket as I sat down across from her. "Oh, that was quick." She pushing the screen lower to look at me.
"Yeah, what's the matter?"
"I finished it." She grinned so warmly I couldn't even be mad.
"That's what the emergency was?"
"What emergency?"
"You asked me to come ASAP."
"That means 'as soon as possible', not 'get here right now!'"
I rolled my eyes at her obviousness. "So there's no problem."
"I'm sorry, I thought me finishing my manuscript is a pretty big deal, but obviously not." She sat back, dropping her good mood.
"It is. Well done. Can you send it on to Samuel so we can finally send it to the printer?"
"Yeah - I might come back with you, to the office, I just want to run something by him."
"Brill."
Before she could make a remark, a young girl came over to our table. "Hi there, can I get you anything?"
"No we-"
"Two mochas, please." She smiled at the girl. Although her outfit isn't as extravagant as usual - this being a purple knit sweater and black jeans - she still looked as radiant as ever, glowing from her happiness. Her hair was messily plopped on top of her head in a bun, with loose strands framing her face. "And two pain au chocolat, if you don't mind."
"No problem, I'll be right back."
The waitress turned on her heels, and left us alone again. "Do you ever stop scowling?"
