I'm Yours

Sparks

Y/N POV

As you awoke from your slumber, you had an instinct that today would be different. You weren't sure whether this would be good or bad, but you took your chance. As you lay in bed pondering over this for a few minutes, you took ahold of your phone on the nightstand. Tapping the screen and unlocking the device, you looked at the forecast and checked the train time for your commute into the city. Once you finally let the information sink into your still, sleepy mind, you moved on to notifications about your graduate studies. You are currently a month into your Master's degree. So far, things have been moving alarmingly quickly, but you love every second of it. The material you were reading and the discussions in your courses are nowhere close to the ones in your bachelor's degree. Along with the work that you were doing on campus, you feel that things are coming together for your ultimate aspiration in applying and hopefully attending law school. You can see that dream happening the more you are engrossed in your academic work and research.

Finally mustering up the courage to get out of bed, gently opening your room door and tip-toeing down the corridor, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. You still lived at home with your family. Most graduates in your program are living independently. Still, you decided that living with your family is best since it will relieve you financially (and we all know law school is expensive, so you save where you can). As you enter the washroom, turn on the water to shower and ensure it's the perfect temperature. Once you strip off your PJs, consisting of plaid pj bottoms and an oversized t-shirt, the water is scorching hot for showering. Lathering with a floral body wash and getting your naturally curly hair soaked to apply some product and style it for the day.

Once you are done, you wrap yourself in a towel, brush your teeth and head back to your room. You put on some music to jam out to as you prepare for the day. Since it is October, the weather is not as warm as September but not cold enough that you need a full winter coat. So you pick out a black pair of straight-cut jeans with a lovely mustard yellow knitted sweater that you roll up the sleeves to cuff them. Now that you have picked your outfit, you fix your hair. Since you just showered, your curly hair is damp enough to have product raked through it. You apply a curl cream and rake it to ensure it is spread evenly, and you do the same for the mousse and the gel. Once that is done, you let your hair air dry and get dressed. Now that it is all done, the last thing you do is apply a bit of eyeliner, mascara and brow gel. It is a simple make-up look but long-lasting since you will be in front of colleagues, faculty and students all day. You grab your packed bag prepped since last night, turn off the music playing, and exit your room.

Most of your family is awake as you go downstairs and into the kitchen. Your parents are making coffee, and as they do so, you take your turn raiding the fridge to pack your lunch and snacks for a long day ahead of you. It wasn't anything special, just a chicken club sandwich and a blueberry muffin. Everyone is exchanging their day and how busy it will be. You chime in as well, telling them that you will have class from 1-3pm, assist in an undergraduate course from 3-4pm, and attend a lecture from 6-8pm. You didn't tell them you were excited about the lecture because they didn't need to know that much, but you were. The lecture is on the diversity within Formula 1 through different industry sectors. The guest lecture will be from one of the major teams. You have guessed who the team would be because of the University you were attending, but you still weren't entirely sure. The professor who organized the lecture would not give any details about who the team would be, and you know it wouldn't be too packed since it's an evening lecture. Now, regardless, you were still interested and couldn't wait. You wanted to work in F1 for as long as you could remember, not through engineering or social media but working on contracts, commercial agreements, and other things that involved legality within motorsport. You noticed the time, as you were in your own world, that you had to head out the door to catch the train; you are lucky that you lived only a 10-minute walk from the train station, so you weren't in no rush. Slipping on your Adidas all-stars, then zipping up your black puffer vest and putting on your backpack, you head to the door, hollering goodbye to everyone. The weather was nice, breezy and sunny, requiring you to pull your sunglasses from your backpack.