Falling in Love with Fashion

FILWF Ch 5 'Midnight Blues'

After calming Jessica down and calling her best friend to take care of her; I drop off my clothes at Brad's apartment. I quickly freshen up, change into something different and causal, and head out to the lounge. My current mood was by no means a social one. I really wanted to drink my confusion away, but there was no cure. All liquor was going to do was cause me even further confusion. The lounge is going to allow me to find a solution.

I walk in and the midnight poetry crowed is already filling the place with positive energy. This is the kind of thing a love, the ability to connect, and exchange positivity even when negativity is present on the inside. I take I seat at the bar, and the bartender walks towards me. "Hello beautiful."

"Hey B, what can I get you tonight?" She smiles her lovely inviting smile.

"Water for now." I tell her while I pat my pockets.

"Okay."

I sit up slightly, reach for my cigarettes and sit back down. As I'm lighting up my cigarette, someone covers my eyes. I smile, because there is only one person that does this to me every time I'm in the place. I shake my head, and chuckle. Peeling her hands from my eyes, I bring her right hand to my lips and kiss it. Her soft giggle against my right ear coax me to look over my shoulder.

Big blue eyes look back me, accompanied by a warm bright smile that has just made all my cares disappear. "How did you know it was me?" Britannia asks me as she wraps her arms around my neck embracing me in a big hug.

"Because you're the only one that does it." I place my cigarette on the ashtray, turn the stool around, and Brit's smile widens, "what are you doing here?"

"Do you want an honest answer?" She asks her cheeks turning red.

I squint wondering if I was ready for whatever was about to come out of her mouth. "I do, but I'm scared of what you might say."

"Well, the short answer is Paulo said he would meet me here, but he got held up with a late photo shoot. The other half is that I came anyways hoping you'll be here."

"Aww," I tease, "did you miss me?" I ask as I tap her nose.

Her cheeks grow redder, "A little, it sucks not seeing you here," Brit sits on the bar stool next to me, "where were you by the way?"

"I," I turn my barstool to face the bar top," was in Germany working." I grab my cancer stick, tap it against the side of the ashtray, and once the ashes fall in it. I bring it to my lips, and take a long pull. "And you? How was your week without me?"

"Boring. Paulo is no fun." She sticks out her bottom lip in a pout.

I laugh, the smoke escaping with it, "Paulo has a family."

"I am family. And he's still boring."

We both laugh. The bartender puts the bottle of water in front of me, and I give her my credit card letting her know to keep a tab open. Once she walks away with my card, I turn back to face Brit. "So, when are you going to give the family a try?" I ask her.

"Never."

I look at her in shock, "Why not?"

"Because I don't have that level of confidence. And, I don't know," she shrugs her shoulders, "I don't find it appealing."

"You don't find modeling appealing?" I ask with wide eyes.

"No." She giggles, "don't get me wrong the models are beautiful and all, but no, not my cup of tea."

I take another pull of my cigarette, and exhale. Britannia stares at me, and I at her. She had amazingly exotic features. Yet it had a sincere innocence to it. From the long golden blond hair, to her piercing multicolored blue eyes, beautiful pouty lips, and her body. Britannia was your typical A-list model material. The only thing standing in her way, is her lack of confidence. To be honest, with the right male model, confidence can be exchanged, she just needed the right person to bring it out of her.