Another Day With (out) You

Chapter Two: The World's Best Shot

Six hours before the Lunch

Nicholas Fair

I've always loved this big mirror beside my closet.

It brightens up my morning because theoritically, you'd want to look at something beautiful the first time you opened your eyes after a good night sleep right?

Well, this mirror is the first thing I saw in the morning after my good night sleep, and no. It's not the mirror that matters, but what it reflects.

Yes, it reflects a sophisticated, rich, handsome, cool, and just perfect young man.

Look at me.

I'm perfect, and I'm the king of perfect men.

Haha! Yes, okay, I admit I'm a spoiled, narsistic super playboy that everybody loves, and also the main director of Economy Division in Luna Smith Magazine (like duh, the head chairman is my old man). I have money, I've got litterally thousand scholarships, girls just love me, and hella there bitch I live an amazing life.

I live the life everybody wants so you can kiss your own ass if you judge me.

What? They don't like my attitude? Fine then, there's the door.

My clock rang six times while I was already "admiring" myself in front of the mirror, already wrapped in my grey suit and was fixing the placement of my tie.

"Slowpoke." I grinned at the clock.

My fingers slipped through my blonde gelled hair and pushed my bangs backwards, giving me the perfect elegant look. I chose the gucci belt I personally ordered a few days ago for today, and tied my best shoes that fits perfectly on my foot.

Once again, I'm back to the mirror, sighing happily, ready to see what's the world is going to give to me today.

Hit me with your best shot!

***

Okay, the world's best shot turns out to be a traffic jam. In the morning.

Can you even believe that? A traffic jam at seven! Duh, don't these people have got anything to do better than going to work? Like sleeping, perhaps?

"Come on, damn it!" I cursed and slammed my head on my steer.

My apartment is not really that far away with the Luna Smith's company building. I only need like ten or fifteen minutes to get there with my Lambhorgini, but the street hadn't moved an inch since the last twenty minutes!

Sigh, this people are so inconsiderate. Don't they know people like mine's presence are so demanded? What, do I need to put on some sirene?

Just before I could curse some more, my iPhone 7 (yea, I ordered it specially) rang. I clicked my bluetooth earphone and said, "What? If this is you, Margaret, I've already broken up with you. Except if you want to hook up some more then I guess-"

"So, who's Margaret?"

I bit my lips.
Okay, note to myself: Check who's calling you before you answer the call.

"Hey, babe! Lisanna!" I chuckled nervously. "I was just kidding, haha. I know it's you, so I was planning to make you jealous. Don't be mad now."

"Hmm, yea, well never mind that," Lisanna sounded psyched. Which is weird cause she's never been this psyched to ignore on what I just said. "I've got something more important to tell you. Meet me at Central Park for lunch, okay?"