I found you

Chapter One

Her.
Pitt Street was only a couple more stops and I had plenty of time before work. Watching the suburban streets slowly turn into more modern urban style buildings I tapped my hand against my leg listening to my music. James had already left earlier than me to his job at Bondi beach which was only twenty minutes from our home. Living on Moore Street was a dream come true, one of the more expensive parts of the city James and I had miraculously found what I would call a 'host family' who had taken in a couple of travellers every year or so and just asked for keep every month. Keith and Mary were hospitable and wonderful, both over 50 they had welcomed us with open arms- a rare occurrence in England.

Meeting them for the first time they had basically said we seemed like nice trustworthy people and they'd be happy for us to stay as long as we needed. I was over the moon. Not only had they helped us with a home but Keith had given James a job down on Bondi helping manage the surf school. James, not being much of a surfer but rather a skater boy was in charge of customers payments and keeping a diary of the clients lessons. Simple work but he was in the sun all day on one of the most striking beaches I've ever seen.

Mary however was retired and seemed to always be in the garden attending to her flourishing supply of vegetables. I helped her out when I could but having got a job at Nars, the make up store I wasn't always there to assist. My job was brilliant, I was advising people on the type of make up that was right for them, suggesting products I had happily used myself with my wonderful staff discount and enjoying the occasional client who asked for a makeover. I hadn't really had time to stop and explore Sydney yet, but I felt reassured I was financially stable.

Arriving to work I took the back door into the staff room set my bag in the locker and popped to the ladies before starting. The glossy black surfaces and over fragranced room made me laugh as I compared it to some of the places I had worked back in England. Adjusting my black make up tool belt, I edited the smokey eye effect I had chosen to do today and blended the soft bronze pigment to make it look less OTT. Smoothing back my black hair into a stylish pony tail I felt confident in my tight black dress, conservative as it didn't reveal skin but sexy as it hugged my waist and curves. I loved being able to express myself at work, even if the uniform was all black.

The morning went so quickly, I kept forgetting it was now the Australian summer holidays although the cold of winter would be touching everyone back home. Gabriella the store manager approached me just as I had finished the display for their new red lipstick range, "Hey hun, you can finish early today if you want. I've got to stay on for the rest of the stock that's coming this evening so you can take a half day if you want. Don't tell Steph though," she finished, winking. Her long blonde hair reached the end of her back and I wondered for a moment if it was natural. "That'd be great actually," I replied thinking about taking a stroll around the shops whilst I was here. I hadn't managed to find down time since my arrival in Australia, it has been job hunting, home hunting, then work work work. "Sure, just stay on until two," she nodded and walked off to the tills.

Breaking free of the store at 2 sharp I made my way towards the harbour, feeling it was more familiar than the depths of the city. I had snuck out before Steph battered me with questions about why she didn't get to go home early, she seemed to only have time for moaning. I had been walking for around half an hour, popping in shops as I went. Then finally I came past a coffee shop, the memory of a boisterous cashier popped in my mind and I realised this was the coffee shop we had started our in. Smiling to myself and hoping the girl was in there to ask her about 5sos, I made my way inside. The wave of coffee scent came over me as I realised I was desperate for some lunch. It seemed everyone else had the same idea as the place was packed.

Darting to the counter whilst no one was there I peered over to the coffee machine to see no sign of the red haired girl. Instead I was greeted by a statuesque blonde girl, her curling hair was chucked behind her ears and her bright grey eyes held kindness, "You alright there?" She smiled. My heart gave a leap of joy, I was immediately transported to England as I replayed her homely english accent in my mind. "Hi, yes! Can I have a coffee please?" I said distractedly keen to ask her where she was from. "Well, we have a lot of coffee. What did you want in particular? We have espresso, cappuccino, americano-" She stopped in the middle of her list, "-are you english?" She finished grinning hopefully.