One of a million stories

Chapter one - now (26 years)

Hi guys, I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story. As you will now see, it was part of the past. After every third or fourth chapter there will be one of those. It hopefully gives you some inside in Lila. The further you come in this story, the more her past gets connected to her now. The "present-parts" are probably the more happy moments and they form the majority of the story. Read on I would say.

PS: you can see her outfit up here

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As I am sitting there, being nervous as ever, I think to myself, if I don't get accepted to this job I will have to agree to Thomas his offer and work for the bank. I know that wouldn't be my dreamjob but I got to make some money or I will not be able to keep my apartment. Not that it is such a lovable apartment but it's the only one that is not consumed by mold like all the others that I could afford. Plus, it's the first thing I did completely on my own after my mom died. She always did everything on her own and my help was often more a burden to her than help. Everything had to be just like she wanted it or it wasn't right. 

While I was thinking about the past my eyes were wandering around the place. The woman behind the desk, to whom I had asked almost ten minutes ago if they hadn't forgotten me, was finely done painting her nails. Bright red. It's not a color I would have ever chosen. I normally use the softest of pink. It's the only bottle I have. Although I wish I could be able to paint my nails all the colors of the rainbow, I don't have the money for it. I'm not sure that asking this secretary anything was going to get me anywhere seeing that she didn't really do anything she was supposed to. My appointment should have been an hour ago! These stools were very hard and my ass was now really hurting. They didn't have a cushion and you could really feel it. That is something that has to change if I work here. That is, if I even get a chance to prove that I belong here. I am starting to get mad because of all the time I'm losing. I have tons of stuff to do and I get more and more nervous with every second I'm sitting here. That means my chances of getting this job are getting slimmer because when I'm nervous I get really talkative. I can always notice it in the long train of thoughts I have, I get lost in my mind pretty quickly. It's not a good characteristic. It gets in the way of everything every single time. My best friend Billie says that she likes that about me but she did once gave me a tip that I should try and focus on something, anything so that I can get everything else out of my mind and it gets a little clearer. Like for instance, now, someone is shouting and I can hear the secretary making coffee. At the same time I'm thinking about what I should say in the interview and how I should handle the question I know is going to come about the gap in my resume. I picture her face, focus on my breathing and try to clear my mind.

Suddenly someone touches my shoulder and I almost jump out of my stool. "I think they are calling your name miss" I hear a soft and warm voice say. I stiffen but then I remember the shouting. It was very likely my name they were shouting since I'm the only one waiting here. I was so lost in thought I didn't hear it. The hand on my shoulder probably belongs to the voice of the man behind me. My heart stops pounding a little slower. That is until I turn around and see the face that belongs to the voice and the hand on my shoulder. He has the most beautiful jaw you could ever imagine. Sharp, edgy, almost untouchable. Then I see his lips, soft like cushions, starting to grin? I look further up and almost get lost in his eyes. They are green with little spots of brown gold in them. I've never seen anything more magnificent. They seemed to sparkle from joy.

"You going to keep staring at me Angel?" he says. I shake my head a little to get out from under the spell his delightful appearance put me under. "No, um..." I can't seem to think of any words to say. Wait, did he just call me angel?? He must have seen the confusion on my face cause he laughs softly and with that sound I get literal goosebumps.