A/N (It's been like a month ish)
I looked at my clock and saw it was almost 7:00 pm. I'm supposed to be at Conan's by 8:00pm. I looked in my closet, hoping to find something wearable. I found a pair of white jeans to wear with my Tortured Poets Department cardigan. I shuffle Taylor Swift as I get ready.
I set my clothes on the counter and take a shower. I make sure to match all of the scents of everything I use, vanilla. I dry off and get dressed. I put on deodorant, then spray my Eilish No. 1 perfume. It's the closest thing to a vanilla perfume I own. I do my makeup, putting on a sparkly dark blue eyeshadow. I put on plenty of chapstick, then some jewelry.
I grab my tote, packing my phone, AirPods, chargers, makeup remover, and a change of clothes. For some reason, I feel like I might end up spilling something on me, so I'm following my gut. I grab my keys when I get a text on my phone.
Cone <3: hey, here to pick you up!
Y/n: you did not have to come get me!
Cone <3: I wanted to ;)
I blushed at this, putting my keys back and closing the door to my apartment. I got on the elevator, and walked out the doors of the lobby. I saw Conan's car immediately. He gets out, confusing me. "Hi!" He hugs me, almost lifting me off the ground. "Hi!" I respond. He lets go, opening the car door for me.
After a few minutes of driving, he says, "You wanna listen to some music?" He hands me his phone. I scroll through his playlist, choosing I Hate It Here by Taylor Swift. I hear the song start.
Quick, quick, tell me something awful...
"I love this song" he says. "Me too" I reply. We shuffle multiple songs by Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, and Lorde. The car starts to slow as we pull into the lot of a place that almost looks like an apartment complex. I suddenly got nervous. I had never been here before.
He gets out, and before I can open the door he opens it for me. He reaches his hand towards mine to help me out of the car, and I take it (I am in heels after all). I follow him into the lobby of the building, and we get onto an elevator. He presses the button for the top floor, the penthouse. Right, he's famous.
I feel the elevator shake a little as a hear a metal clang. I grab onto the railing with my hands. "Hey, it's okay" I feel a hand on mine against the railing. I blush a little. Good thing I'm wearing foundation.
The elevator doors open, and he keeps my hand in his as we walk towards a big white door.
