Cold Season

Chapter Two

"Pheebs.. I know you love his sisters work, but I don't know him," I explained, "I don't have his number, I don't want to use him, and chances are I'll never see him again."

"Well if he's nice and cute then it wouldn't be using him. Maybe you could get something out of it too," she said winking at me.

"He has a girlfriend anyway," I sighed.

"He does not. If he did it'd be all over the internet by now. He's kind of famous too," she said. "He helps promote Gemma's line and gets paid. Girls love him, so trust me I'd know."

For all I know the girl he was with could have been Gemma, I know nothing about these people. Pheobe was right though, I need a boyfriend. Plus, he was everything I looked for in a guy.

"I'm gonna go pick up some Chinese for dinner okay?" I said as my stomach began to growl.

"Okay! Just get me tons of noodles," she yelled back.

The Chinese restaurant we always ordered from was only a few blocks away so I decided to walk. The wind was so cold it almost hurt, luckily I was wearing the biggest coat I had.

Distracting me from the cold weather my phone started ringing, "Hello?" I picked up like I always did.

"Hi darling! I miss you!" the familiar cool tone said through the phone.

"Hi mom, I miss you too."

"Will you be coming up for the holidays?"

"Of course I will, I do every year."

"You also used to attend the cotillion every year, but you stopped doing that."

"Mom, I don't want to get into this with you right now," I said now standing outside of Golden Wok.

"Of course dear, well I am looking forward to your arrival."

"Alright bye mom, love you," I said and hung up.

My moms side of the family is rich, and I hate to say it, but they can be snobs most of the time. I always tried to bond with my mom over stuff she liked, but it's just not me. My dad on the other hand is probably the coolest dad ever. He's in a small band called Stone Garden. They play at bars and small venues. Don't ask me how my parents fell in love, but they did and they've been in love for a long time.

I placed my order and waited at one of the tables. I was scrolling through my twitter feed when my order was called out. I took my bag and walked out.

I was almost two blocks away from my apartment when I looked up and my eyes met a familiar set, Harry Styles. I didn't know what to do so I put my head down and walked right past him.

"Why why why why why," I said mentally kicking myself. Why couldn't I talk to him? I have talked to good looking guys, and sometimes they're into me too. My mom would've known what to say to him.

I decided I wasn't going to mention my "encounter" with Harry to Pheobe. When I talk to him is when I'll let her know.

We watched Keeping Up with the Kardashians while we ate dinner, and then she went to work. Pheobe was a bartender so she was pretty packed at this time of the year too.

I fell asleep on maybe the sixth episode, and woke up peacefully until I looked at my phone. 11:34am; fuck, i was going to be late.

I put on my uniform, brushed my teeth, and left in a hurry. I was still wearing my make up from yesterday, and Chinese take out was all over the table.

"Taxi!" I yelled with my hand in the air, and one drove up right away. "32 Spring Street please."

I gave him his money once we got there and I rushed inside. I checked the time and I made it with 2 minutes to spare.

I repeated the same line I do almost every day, "Hi I'm Emerson and I'll be serving you today." I looked down and I froze.

"Fancy seeing you here," the British words flowed out of Harry's mouth.

"Well I do work here," I laughed, maybe too much.

"Atleast you look nice in your uniform," he smiled at me showing his dimples.

"Thank you," my face turned a bright red. "Would you like anything to drink?" I said, sadly I still had to do my job.

"Water with lemon will do."

When I took him his water, he ordered the same thing he got yesterday, a margherita pizza. I finally worked up the courage to initiate conversation with him myself, "So where's your girlfriend?" I said looking up from writing down his order.

"Who? Cara?" he said confused.

"Yeah I guess that's her," I said. Okay so it wasn't Gemma. I feel so weird knowing more about him than he does me. All he knows is my name.

"Cara is my best friend, that's all," he said.

"Oh, okay," I walked away to go give Sherri his order.

"What's up with you?" Paul walked up and asked me.

"Huh?"

"You met a boy didn't you?" he nudged my shoulder.

"What? No!" I said, and he knew I was lying, which made me smile.

"Good luck Emmy," he said as Sherri handed me the pizza. Paul was the only person who called me Emmy besides my little brother, Evan.

I gave Harry his food and his check, and when I went back to check on him he was gone. My heart dropped until I saw what he left.

"It'd be fancy seeing you somewhere other than here," and he wrote his number and signed it 'H'. Again, he left me a massive tip.

My heart fluttered and I was in a good mood all day.

"PAUL! I got his number," I said dancing around him.

Paul fist bumped me and told me to take the rest of the day off.

"Call him," he said, "And go buy a new dress and fix yourself up. Maybe even re-do your makeup, huh?"

My mouth dropped and I giggled, "How'd you know?"

"I have a wife, we've been married 38 years, I know."

I usually dont dress up, but I went to Chanel and bought my self a nice dress with pumps to match.

This definitely beats my usual outfits I buy from local thrift shops.