I knew it, I know you

You're a singer, aren't you?

Gracie POV

I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!

I was standing outside the party venue. The cold air hit my skin. It was snowing, and I was waiting for him on the street. Pointless. Probably still with another.

A hand touches my shoulder and I instantly turn around.

-You're going to show up? I've been waiting for you for so long. Are you having fun with the other girls? "I asked angrily and sarcastically, only to realize that there was another person behind me.

-"Did you mistake me for someone?" he asked.

Blood rushed to my cheeks and I looked the other way for a few seconds, then my eyes went back to his.

-'Sorry, I'm... waiting for my boyfriend.

He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and handed me his jacket.

-' I saw you leave the party after you sang your songs. I figured you'd need it.

I looked at the stranger, then smiled.

-Thanks.

I put his black jacket on my shoulders. It was at least 3 sizes above mine.

-"Why aren't you inside?" he asked.

His question stung me more than the weather.

It was a cold December evening.

-' I... long story.

-Albert Christian, nice to meet you.- He extended his hand to greet me.

His name was familiar... Albert...

-Are you a model?- I asked.

Albert laughed and winked at me.

-"Yes. And your name is...

-Gracie Abrams.

-You're a singer, aren't you?

At that word, my body heaved and I shook in giggles.

-You could say...

-You sing great.

-Thank you! Have you heard of me before?-I joke.

The man raised an eyebrow.

-Today was my first time hearing you. I liked it.

My brain went numb at his compliment.

A minute passed in silence and various looks.

-"When is your boyfriend coming?" he asks.

My eyes shot to the ground.

-' I don't know,' I whispered.

-' Come on, I'll give you a lift. We'll talk in the car.

Albert pulled towards his car, and I followed him after lifting my head. He opened the door, and I got in. He settled into the seat next to me and drove off.

-' Where should I leave you?

-Home.

He laughed and looked at me.

-I wanted to say, where is your home?

I blushed with embarrassment, then looked at him.

-' At the end of the next neighborhood.

He nodded. There was a slight silence, but he spoke.

-'What's the whole thing with your boyfriend?

I waited a moment before answering.

-We don't get along. He often leaves me alone. It's nothing serious... just a set-up relationship for the media.

-It's too bad.

-How do you know Taylor Swift? -I ask.

-We had a mutual friend. Our friend is also a model and we met at an event. She's great.

-I know. She's my favorite person on the planet.

Albert laughed.

-' It goes without saying that she's... Why are you still with this guy?

He returns to the subject flexibly.

-That is the way life goes. I only need him because of external factors.

Before I knew it, we had reached my house, and he stopped the car and looked at me.

-' You don't have to bring it on yourself, but I understand you.

-'Thanks,' I whisper.

-'Have a nice evening!' he says.

I nod and get out of the car, walking into my house. I take off my shoes and walk past the mirror without looking. I sit down on the chair and a thought hits my mind.

I didn't return his jacket.

I ran to the front door, but the car was already gone when I opened it. I took a breath and looked around.

I'd have to give it back to him.