Facade - Jacob Elordi

three

It's been five days since Jacob left his credit card at the restaurant, asking me to return it on Friday at his birthday event. I left the business card in my apron as I worked throughout the week, not telling Brandon or Lana. I wasn't sure what to do, and as the day approaches, I haven't given it much thought at all. I'm usually off on Wednesdays, so I conveniently have the whole day to decide whether or not I'll accept his offer.

I rolled over in bed groaning, knowing I have responsibilities to attend to today. And thanks to Jacob, a stress free cleaning day is turned into an anxiety ridden moping session.

"Siri, play Taylor Swift," I called out to my speaker. Daylight immediately echos off my white walls.

Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky
And so I became the butt of the joke
I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked
Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke

I smile and hum to myself as I stretch and do my morning hygiene.

And I can still see it all (In my mind)
All of you, all of me (Intertwined)
I once believed love would be (Black and white)
But it's golden (Golden)

My toothpaste sudsed on the sides of my mouth as I sang along with Taylor. This is what my day should consist of instead of the impending doom of the thought of messaging Jacob.

I don't know why he couldn't just hire an event business that already has staff that work well together. I would be going into this blind, not knowing what to expect. How many people will be there? Is there dinner service? God forbid, will I be cleaning toilets at the end of the night? There are so many details I need to know before making a choice.

After completing my routine and straightening up most of my apartment to about twenty Taylor songs, I run across my work apron thrown on my bedroom floor. I sigh, picking it up. My hand reaches into its pocket to reveal the business card he left last Friday night. His credit card is in my nightstand. I wouldn't be stupid enough to leave that in there because I quite literally lose everything. Part of me left the business card in there hopes it would have fallen out and given me an excuse to not go.

I flip the paper card around in my hand a few times, reading his information and the note he wrote on the back. My blood pressure rises as I imagine myself reaching out to Jacob as an employer. This could go so many different ways, but I am hoping for a good impression even though I've waiting until til the last possible moment to give him an answer.

My body flops on my bed, head cracking down on my phone screen. I pick it up seeing a few texts from Lana, rubbing the spot where it impacted on my skull. Instead of replying, I call her back.

A couple rings went by before hearing her cheery voice on the other line, "Charlotte! You're alive!"

"Yes, unfortunately," I sigh back into the phone.

"What's gotten into you?" She asks.

I don't know why I'm so nervous to talk to her about this. Probably because she's going to make me work his event and encourage me to go.

"I've got to talk to you about something," I admit while biting the side of my cheek. It's the worst habit I have. She pauses, waiting for me to speak again. "So last Friday Jacob left his credit card at the table."

"Oh my god, that's awesome! Hold on, I've just got to get my shoes on and I'll be there. What mall are we hitting?" She said as I heard her shuffle through her house.