In the spotlight

7

Sofia Christensen

My heels were knocking on the shiny tiles aggressively as I was approaching the elevators with great haste. I loved hearing these sounds bounce straight back from the walls around me, drawing in everyone's attention.

Not to mention that these heels were absolutely beautiful. I've chosen a pair of black Dior heels with a slit on the back exposing my achilles tendon and the two CD letters on the outer sides. This pair matched my dress perfectly, as I was wearing a short black dress (yes, Dior again) with see-through flower embroidery in front of my chest. I wonder if people could guess my favorite fashion house...

I grabbed a smaller purse where I put my phone and car keys, and I decided that this outfit would be formal enough for my upcoming fashion week meetings.

After pushing the underground button on the panel next to me, the metal doors closed in front of me, and the cabin began descending. At least until the floor above me, where two familiar faces emerged behind the doors.

"Hi Sof." Xavier and Lucas joined me in the room after we agreed earlier that we shouldn't arrive at the same meeting separately. The boys were dressed similarly to me, at least in terms of elegance since Xavier was wearing a white suit shirt with black pants, while Lucas was in a dark blue suit with a white dotted tie.

Lucas was a well-known friend of ours, and we somehow always ran into each other on fashion weeks, just like we did yesterday during breakfast. He's a pure American, eating his pizza with spray cheese and confusing us with Fahrenheit. You can say anything about him, but you cannot deny his absolute talent on the runway.

"Hey." I greeted them with a smile and pressed the underground button once again, but this time nobody interrupted our descent towards the underground garage. With a tinkling sound, the doors opened in front of us, revealing rows full of cars everywhere.

"Sofi." Xavier called my name, using his own nickname for me instead of just literally putting a single a after it. He used to tell me that the shorter the better while wiggling his eyebrows in a stupid way, but he never failed to make me laugh.

"Hm?" I hummed while waiting for the doors to open fully, leaning against the cold metal.

"Will you not freeze like that?" He had a concerned facial expression, looking at my brutally expensive dress. I always plan out everything precisely; therefore, this little inconvenience wouldn't cause any problems for me.

"I have my jacket in my car." I informed my brunette friend. "Now, I just have to find it." I added with a little uncertainty in my voice. This car hasn't been used since my arrival, only opened it once as I shoved my stuff into it. I knew that it was a black Tesla, the only problem was the fact that every other model received the exact same one.

I was the first to exit the elevator, my heels once again making lots of noise while walking. Only this time, due to the enormous but rather empty interior and the concrete walls, my steps echoed louder than they would anywhere else.

"Unlock with the keys, and the sound will tell." Lucas shrugged his shoulders after proposing the idea, and at this point of the day, none of us could come up with a better idea. I lifted my small purse off of my shoulder, and given the size of this thing, it took me a second to fish out my small, tesla-shaped keys.

A very faint sound was audible from the complete opposite side of the underground garage, not directly visible from the spot where we were standing. I noticed it instantly, approaching in the exact direction, but the first thing that became visible wasn't my car. It was a complete fucking football team sitting on it.

"Thank God it's not dead." I sighed loudly, walking hastily towards the car and successfully attracting everyone's attention. But at least they walked away from it. I spotted about 5–6 of them standing around, dressed in full white training gear, probably waiting for something.

"Can we go?" Lucas caught up to me before reaching the car itself.

"I've got to check the battery level first." I informed my American friend, who anxiously ran through his short black braids.

I opened the door next to the driver's seat and quickly pushed the starting button as every little screen around me lit up, providing me with every piece of information there is. However, I only needed one of them, but when I actually found the charge levels, anxiety rose inside me.

"Ublyudok, it's only on 5%." (Motherfucker), I cursed in Russian unintentionally. Whenever I was really anxious, I was talking in Russian for some reason. I learned both Russian and Norwegian in my childhood, but the first one always felt more natural on my tongue.

"So what now?" Xavier slapped his hands on his outer thighs, sounding helpless. I couldn't blame him; his meeting started earlier than mine due to the men's rehearsal times.

I quickly pulled out my phone from my purse, opening up Google Maps.

"There's a supercharger one kilometer away from the headquarters. If I charge it up to 10%, we will still have 7 left by the time we arrive there. This charger is only 20 kW, so I would say at least 10 minutes but closer to 15." I started explaining, running calculations after calculations in my head.

"A Tesla enthusiast?" I heard someone's unfamiliar voice not so far away from me. I snapped up my head from my phone and turned my head towards the source of the voice, only to see a few footballers looking in my direction.

"A physicist." Xavier threw his hand over my shoulder, tugging me left and right slightly before I shook it off of my shoulder, giving him a very unimpressed look. Not even a moment later, his phone rang in his pocket, forcing him to leave my company, and Lucas was nowhere in sight; therefore, I was left to myself with one task in my hands.

Realizing that I was responsible for arriving at the rehearsal on time, I got around the car to grab the charger. My heels were clanking with every step I took, and I dragged the heavy cable towards the port in the back.

I have noticed somebody walking up to me, and I stopped to examine whoever approached me and whatever they wanted. I have noticed the same brunette man with those beautiful green eyes closing the distance between us, but before I could say anything, he popped the charging cover's lid open.

"Thank you." I looked up at him gratefully, since no matter how high my heels were at the time, he always managed to be a few centimeters taller than me. The man stared down at me with a pale smile on his face. He had a well-maintained stubble on his face, emphasizing his sharp jawline perfectly and giving him a mature but sexy look. God fucking damn.

This smile did unimaginable things for me.

I swallowed, hoping that this movement would return my pulse to normal levels. The unknown, sexy footballer left shortly after, as their bus arrived in the underground garage and all of them entered the vehicle, leaving me alone with sweaty palms and questionable thoughts.