Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 20

Dear Albert,

Sometimes things happen not the way you plan. You think you'll wake up the next day and follow the schedule in your calendar. Morning - this. Lunch - an apple and salad. Afternoon - that. For dinner - salmon and a glass of water. Night - sleep.

It seems like a nice plan, but you end up waking up and doing something third. For lunch instead of healthy veggies you eat pizza, because it's easy and fast. Afternoon you out of sudden realize that you're too tired and choose something else to do and then when evening comes, you go for frozen pre made food - simply because you have nobody to cook for. And instead of nine thirty, you go to sleep at twelve.

Story of your life?

Not really? Well, today was really hectic for me. Why?

Two words...

Family photography.

When I offered Zach to find an alternative way of making it seems that we had a real marriage going on, never in million years I would think that he was going to take that idea seriously.

Especially not the photography one.

Apparently he did, and now I had to take a day off from my new job that I started only three days ago. Again, I did it because I needed to start collecting money on a lawyer. The semester has ended and since I had to kiss goodbye my summer studies, I went ahead and found a position in a coffee shop.

I had to work there only three days out of a week, but that idiot Zach schedule a professional photographer for this Friday and I had no way of declining. In my opinion we could just take a few selfies together. Maybe even take a trip to a park and ask a random passerby to take a picture of us. But NO, Zachary decided that he was too good for random pictures and we needed some fancy ass photographer. He even went extra mile and rented the entire studio just to take a few snap shots of us as a "married couple".

Ridiculous, right?

I shut the door of my car with a thud and stomped off in the direction of the building that was stated in the address that Zach texted me. Not only we had to communicate and take pictures together. He decided that we also needed to text and call each other. In my opinion, he was paranoid and needed to check himself for the early symptoms of schizophrenia rather than organize our fake life in a real marriage.

While making my way towards the studio, I already spotted a tall figure of Zach. He was lingering by the entrance to the building, checking his phone. There was a famous frown plastered on his face. I must say that without that frown it was hard to recognize him. It was like moustache on some men. I rolled my eyes and continued stomping over to him.

Once he saw me, he made even sourer expression on his face and grumbled "finally" under his breath. I sighed and shook my head chasing annoyance away. I won't let him irritate me more than I already had been.

"Any day now," he said and pivoted towards the entrance to the building not bothering to open or even hold the door for me. My jaw tightened and I pulled the door open that just had shut right into my face.