I was currently interviewing a man named Frank Harrison. He was the typical business person wearing a grey suit, black tie, holding a suitcase. You typically see them in the city, walking and talking on the phone at the same time.
This guy was actually Lana's cousin's best friend's friend. Except, I didn't know how this guy had a social life. He kept talking about work, work, work. I couldn't even keep up with his fast talking.
"Yes, you may see many men like me all over Los Angeles. Have you seen those very tall buildings with all those windows? We all work on each floor, the building wouldn't be running if it wasn't for us business men." Now I knew why there were so many of them. Los Angeles is filled with buildings.
"So did you always want to have this job?" I asked him and he laughed at me. I awkwardly chuckled back not really knowing what the joke was. "Well, I actually wanted to start my own company but along the way, it gets hard. My job is basically what you get if you love business, but can't actually run one"
I nodded in response and felt kind of bad for the guy. "Do you guys get payed a lot? Like you look very sophisticated" I asked.
"The pay is very good, that's why most of us stay. We are required to wear our fancy suits, it gets uncomfortable if I do say so myself. " I nodded in response and kept writing. We were currently in Barnes and Nobles, on the third level, where a cafe is.
"Working is hard, but we are the ones that keep buildings running in la. Trust me, it's a pain to always be working but this city needs us." He said grabbing onto his suitcase.
"It was good to talk to you, I hope you win that festival" he said standing up. "Oh yeah, thank you" I said watching him leave. I looked over my notes and almost cringed at my messy writing. It was readable, barely.
It was only lunch time and I had another interview in about an hour. I was going to talk to a lifeguard at Santa Monica, not to far from here. Of course, Lana and Ashton were going with me this time because they loved the beach.
Before leaving, I bought a small, lilac journal. It matched my hair color, which was not lilac but a light purple. It was getting long, maybe I'll cut it someday? Who knows. I walked out feeling the hot air on my skin.
I drove back to the apartment with the windows rolled down, the music blasting. I wasn't exactly driving 'safely' since I had one hand on the steering wheel with my head resting on the other one. I called Lana at a stop light telling her I'm on my way.
It wasn't a long drive. I parked my car in the garage and got out, spinning the keys on my finger.
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"Sunscreen?"
"Check"
"Sun tan lotion?"
"You're already tan"
"Towels, water bottles, beach chairs?"
"Geez Lana it's all here!" I exclaimed. It's like she hasn't been to the beach. She rolled her eyes and tried to tie her bikini strap at the back of her neck. "Ashton's gonna meet us there" she said.
Ashton checked into his hotel a few days ago. He sees us everyday, sometimes I wonder why he didn't just stay with us. I rummaged through my drawers and looked through my swim suits.
At first I wanted to wear a black one piece but Lana smacked it away from my hand. "Wear a bikini with me, please?" She pleaded. I glared at her but gave in and I searched some more. I eventually found a maroon bikini top and matched it with a black bottom.
