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I am trying very hard to be a professional. But The literal goddess Amara Cole is standing beside me. Award-winning actress, environmental activist, possibly the most put-together A-list celebrity I have ever been within five feet of in my entire life and she smells amazing. Like girl, what is that?
Cassidy Lee is also here. I have all her videos saved. And when I say all her videos, I mean every single one. She makes me want to have four children right tf now and I am only nineteen plus a nanny which should be enough children-adjacent energy for me, but no.
Liam is here too which is the one that makes me feel the most normal because Liam and I have had a bestie connection for a year or two now. We are so chaotic together that we're rarely put in the same room anymore. His girlfriend is the sweetest lady ever but bless her heart we give her too much stress and white hair together.
Anyway, I am keeping a neutral face about all of this because I am a professional.
The set is buzzing with photographers calling out adjustments, assistants moving with the specific urgency of people who are paid to move urgently, phones going off in every corner.
The lighting is doing something genuinely beautiful with the pieces and I make a mental note to tell whoever set it up because they did their thing and good lighting deserves acknowledgement. Youre only ever gonna hear me say that word once, it's too big.
Lev, as usual, is stationed like an expensive gargoyle in the corner. Observing and fixing things people haven't even realised are wrong yet, swear the man's on something.
Honestly, I don't understand why he isn't modelling for this product line. He is objectively good looking (hes foineee) and he knows it better than any of us do and he does absolutely nothing with that information which is somehow the most Lev thing about him.
"-and honestly the fit just works for everything, like I wore the same version but a different pattern to dinner 2 days ago and I'm wearing it here and it hits different in both contexts which is rare," I'm telling the small group that's gathered when one of the event coordinators appears at my elbow. So close for what?
"Alex, the panel's in ten."
"Okay, thank you," I say, and turn back to finish the thought because I was mid-sentence and I don't like leaving people hanging... in this sense and physically. The group laughs at whatever I say to close it out like im a comedian, I take a photo with the two who ask, and then I grab my water bottle and take a seat waiting for the 10 now 5 minutes to end so I can go.
My phone buzzes as im waiting.
Lev: You good?
Aint he sweet, checking on me. I send a thumbs up purely out of spite for the last time he did it to me and start moving through the room. I could go over to him but it would look like something it isn't, not that I care, but this is a professional environment and I am a professional person.
