The Pickup Line

Chapter Thirteen

They say we're losers and we're all alright with that.   We are the leaders of the not coming back.  But we're alright though 

She's Kinda Hot - 5 Seconds of Summer

- Sawyer - 

The days seemed to drag on after my flowers were delivered.  After telling Brayden that I accepted his invitation, we only sent texts to each other a few times a day.  Enough to let the other know we were thinking about them but not being clingy about it.  Each text we sent to each other was a pick up line. Tomorrow was the date, and I still hadn't decided what I was going to wear.  Casual.  I had to wear something casual, but it was also our first date and I didn't want to look bad.  Shorts? Skinny jeans? 

My phone dinged with a new text message, silencing all my thoughts on clothes. 

If girls were boogers, I'd pick you first ;) 

I giggled to myself as I thought about a cheesy response.

You must be a keyboard, cause you're just my type 

I clicked out of the message app and called the one person I knew could help me with tomorrow night. 

"Hello?" I heard her say over the phone.  I walked over and shut my office door before reclining in the chair in front of my desk.

"Hannah Marie Grace..." I replied, dragging out the 'e'. The heavenly view from my office grabbed my attention, the clouds signalling it would rain soon.

"What's wrong?" Hannah asked, concern dripping from her words.  My hand went to the piercings in my ear, twisting each of them.

"Brayden and I are going on a date tomorrow, and I need help on what to wear.  He told me to dress casually," I said.  I could feel myself obsessing over this little thing like what to wear.  

"Hmm, well I think we should go shopping after work," she said, obviously excited.  Hannah was basically our stylist whenever we needed her, always putting in her opinions.  Any excuse Hannah had to go shopping she used it.

"I guess that's the best choice," I huffed out.  My mood lifted slightly at the idea of buying a new outfit instead of being forced to pick out of my closet.

"Great! Okay, how about we meet at the mall between five and five-thirty?" I knew that I would be there before her since my office was closer to the mall and her's was closer to the apartment.

"Sounds good, see you soon," I said.  We hung up shortly after and I got back to working.

My current assignment was this new and upcoming company, Hipstirs.  Apparently it's going to be the new 'it' place to have any desserts, ice cream especially.  They wanted a cute and simple design to display what kind of company they are and wanted me to do everything. Everything, as in I have to make their logo, flyers, make a billboard print out, business cards, and  for an added bonus they want stickers to give away.   The amount of money this project will bring in is mind blowing, especially since I'll be doing this on a weekly basis now that I'm a full time worker.  Not that I needed any money,  when my dad died I inherited every cent he ever had, which happened to be a lot.  The other kids got furniture, the house.  Things that didn't bring me good memories.