Louder

One Shot Version

We all believe in love. We need love. We need someone to be with us. And especially, when you have spent your whole life alone.

I was born in the US because my mom is from Chicago. She was a model once, but later she remained at home to look after us.

I never saw my father. I never knew how he looked. How it is to have a father figure in your life. It was just me, my mom and my brother.

He was my half-brother. So my stepdad would sometimes stop by. But he never entertained me. He was worried about his child, my brother.

I guess it was that moment when we started drifting apart. Me and my brother no longer have contact. It's not as if we hate each other. But there is some weird vibe that we share.

I do not know why I still think about it.  It's past. And it should remain that way.

I complete taking a shower. I have washed my hair after a long time. I don't have long hair, I just have it till my shoulders.

I always wanted to have curly hair from a very young age. But I like my hair, whatever I have.

I look at my watch, which says it's seven in the evening. I have to hurry up. I have a party to attend. 

But what should I wear, the yellow or green? Or maybe the black looks good?

I went in black. With my hair in a bun. I put on some lipstick and waited for my cab.

When I reached, the party had already begun. It was not a big party, but there were around thirty people. Some of them I knew, some of them I got introduced.

I was looking for my friends. It was a winter party. A kind of ritual from our college days.

It was almost midnight, and I was waiting for my last drink to finish. I was thinking about booking another cab, but it would also cost me a lot.

" There is still some hotness left in winter I guess ", someone said.

When I turned, it was a tall guy, maybe in his thirties. It took me some time to understand what he said. He was flirting I guess.

I said ' Hello' and we introduced each other. His name was Hugo.

He was a freelancer and was planning to publish his first book. And we just spoke in a general way.

Then he offered to drop me. I didn't think it was the right idea, so I was hesitant. But my friends insisted, so I went.

The car ride was silent. I guess we both were exhausted. We exchanged numbers, and I just went to sleep. 

The next day, I was in a hurry. I had a job interview, and I just somehow wanted to get in. And I was busy the whole day.

When I checked my phone, there were some text messages from Hugo. He was nice. And he asked me about my work and everything. We had a pretty normal chat.

Days went by and I was waiting for the interview results. I was more than nervous. 

I had been chatting with Hugo for all these days. And I genuinely liked his personality and aura. He was tough and bold at times. And full of confidence. 

He kept assuring me about the interview and that everything would be okay. I was happy that there was someone to cheer for me.

Finally, I was able to get that job. And it was so shocking, I couldn't stop jumping. 

Hugo was more than happy, and he invited me to a dinner. I was pleased but at the same time, I didn't want to disturb anyone. So I was trying to refuse. But he kept insisting, and I went for it.