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"You're late." Max says as I walk in.
"I did everything I could to get here on time. I made sure my alarms were set. I made sure Simba wouldn't escape again. I made sure everything was in my bag before I went to bed." I say.
"So what happened?" Max says.
"My toaster exploded." I say.
"What?" Max asks, laughing.
"I kid you not, I put bread in it, pushed the slider down, and I heard a loud boom 20 seconds later." I say.
"I'm actually started to belive this whole jinxed thing." Max says.
"Y/n." Someone calls.
I turn around and see Austin. I sigh and put my backpack down. I follow him into his office and he shuts the door.
I sit in front of his desk and he sits at his desk.
"Do you smell smoke?" Austin asks.
"Uh, my toaster caught on fire and exploded this morning. It's probably that." I say.
"What?! Are you okay?!" Austin asks.
"Yeah, other than the fact that I'm hungry because my toast was decimated." I say.
"You can take an early lunch, it's fine." Austin says.
"Uh, I wanted to talk to you about those interviews at the Surfeys yesterday." Austin says.
"They were bad, weren't they?" I ask.
"They were bad, but the internet loves them." He says.
"What?" I ask.
"A lot of the mishaps were funny, and the internet liked how the celebs reacted. Celebs act like perfect people, almost as if they're robots, so them laughing and acting like normal people made the clips go viral on TikTok and other places." He says.
"Oh." I say.
"One of the interviewees wanted me to give you their number." He says.
"What? Who?" I ask.
"Hailee Steinfeld. Apparently, she thinks you're cute and was wondering if you'd wanna go out with her." He says.
"Seriously?" I say.
"Seriously." He says.
"Oh wow." I say.
"Would you be interested?" He asks.
"Yeah, yeah, sure." I say.
He grabs a stack of sticky notes and unlocks his phone. He opens his contacts and scrolls down. He selects a contact and writes on the sticky note.
"All yours." He says tearing the note off.
He holds it in front of me and I stare at it for a few seconds. I hesitantly take it and he smiles.
"T-Thank you." I say.
He nods and I get up. I walk out and shut the door.
"Did he fire you for ruining his interviews?" Max asks as I walk back over.
"No, he actually said they were fine because the internet likes them." I say.
"So what was that about?" Max asks.
"Apparently Hailee Steinfeld wants to take me on a date. So Austin gave me her number." I say.
"What?! She watched you sneeze 30 times and was like, damn, that's attractive, I wanna fuck her?" Max asks.
"I dunno, man." I say.
"You gonna call her?" Max asks.
"I haven't been on a date since college and it didn't go so well." I say.
"I remember that. You were so nervous that you kept bumping the table with your knee, and you hit it so hard that her glass of water tipped and spilt on her." Max says.
"Don't remind me." I say.
"This could be your Sleeping Beauty moment. She can kiss you and lift your curse." He says.
"That sounds great but this is real life and not a fairy tale." I say.
"Come on, give it a shot. Call her, make some plans, and just see where it goes." He says.
I sigh and nod.
Time Skip; Hailee's View
"She was so cute. Those eyes, I can never forget those eyes." I say.
"So you saw her sneeze a bunch of times and thought to yourself, hmm, I wanna take her on a date?" Griffin asks.
"I think it was just bad luck. Do you know the chances of the wind blowing pollen towards us at that given time?" I say.
"Bad luck? She sneezed like 10 times, that's more than bad luck." Griffin says.
"I'm not gonna listen to any of your conspiracies." I say.
My phone rings and I grab it. I answer it and put it up to my ear.
"Hello." I say.
"H-Hey, it's Y/n." The caller says.
"Oh, hey. I wasn't expecting a call this soon." I say.
"Heh, I don't like to keep others waiting." Y/n says.
"Good to know. I'm assuming Austin told you why I wanted your number." I say.
"Yeah." Y/n says.
"Are you free anytime this week?" I ask.
"I'm free every night." Y/n says.
"Cool, you wanna get dinner tomorrow night?" I ask.
"Yeah, sure." She says.
"There's this restaurant in downtown LA, it's called Opulence - so good. Have you had it before?" I say.
"No." She says.
"Well, check out the menu online and if you're interested, we can go there. Just text me and let me know." I say.
"Okay." She says.
"Bye." I say.
"Bye." She says, before I hang up.
"I feel like something's gonna go extremely wrong." Griffin says.
"Mom probably said that when she got pregnant with you, and she was right." I say.
Griffin frowns and I chuckle.
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