Savrienna

Chapter Four

                “So, you grew up in Boston and then moved here to attend the Fashion Institute of Technology?” Logan asked me as we walked down the street. I nodded and drank some of my coffee. He had suggested that we stop by a Starbucks after work and talk for a bit. So far, I hadn’t learned too much about him. Instead, I found myself giving him all of the details of my life.

                “I wanted to do something beautiful and since I can’t do anything musical or draw, fashion was the only area left,” I told him.

                “You could’ve learned to play an instrument or sing,” he suggested. I shrugged.

                “I was young and stubborn and once my mind was made up, there was no turning back. Besides, I think that the people I’ve met along the road to where I am now are nicer and better than those in the other arts.” Logan laughed.

                “Sebastian Andros is one person you have yet to fully meet, then,” he said. I gave him a questioning look and he chuckled again. “The boss has a lot more hiding than most people and he isn’t easily read.” It was my turn to laugh.

                “That’s for sure,” I said. I was pretty good at reading people and the editor of the Fashion Intrigue was one person I couldn’t seem to get a beat on. He was charismatic at times, intriguing and mysterious at others, and more often than not, he gave off a certain air of indifference that was strangely alluring. Not that I was in any way socially interested in my boss, despite his rather pleasing appearance.

                “Do you often get lost in thought when you’re talking to someone?” Logan’s voice broke into my mind. I blinked and looked at him.

                “Sorry,” I said, laughing apologetically. “I kind of drift off and get caught in my own world sometimes.” He nodded in understanding.

                “There’s no shame in that,” he said thoughtfully. “Actually, I think someone that thinks too much is way better than someone who doesn’t think enough.” I laughed.

                Soon, we came upon my apartment building. I rustled around in my bag for my keys while Logan finished up his coffee.

                “Talking to you has been interesting,” he said. I looked up at him, my arm still mostly inside my bag. He was gazing up at the apartment complex.

                “Oh?” I said, finally finding my keys and hauling them out of my bag. “Well, maybe next time I can learn more about you.” Logan smiled and looked at me.

                “That would be a good idea. It would be kind of awkward to leave you hanging when I knew everything about you.” I laughed.

                “Sure would. Well, I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

                “Yeah. See you.” I raised a hand and waved to him as he walked off down the street. Then, I pushed through the doors and into the lobby.

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                “Your boss really is that hot?” Margo asked through the speaker of my cell phone. I sighed and rearranged the magazines spread out in front of me. One of the tips that was in the huge packet of the “do’s and don’ts of life at the Fashion Intrigue” was that to get inspiration, you should flip through old magazines.

                “I wouldn’t call him hot per se…” I said, my voice trailing off. I wasn’t about to deny the fact that Sebastian definitely was attractive. It was just that he was my boss.

                “Uh-huh, that means he is, and you’re just in denial,” Margo told me. I sighed and moved the magazines off of my bed. I stretched out on my back and gazed up at the ceiling.

                “I’m not in denial,” I told her. “It’s just that…people aren’t supposed to date their boss or even find them attractive.”

                “But, you do and I bet that you wish you could date him. So, describe this tall, dark and gorgeous editor.” I sighed and hung an arm across my face. I closed my eyes and tried to picture Sebastian.

                “Tall,” I began. “Almost six foot two. Deep, dark, brown eyes that sometimes look a little reddish. Coal black hair that sort of falls into his face a little. It kind of drapes down slightly near his ears. And his voice is…almost as if he’s hiding something. It makes you think that there’s more behind his intelligent gaze.” Margo giggled.

                “He sounds dreamy,” she commented. I sighed and let my arm flop back down onto the bed next to me.

                “I guess he is…” I pictured the way that he smiled and talked about the magazine. He seemed as though he were truly into it, so much so that it got to the point where he could be considered too serious about it. But, I liked that in him. He was doing what he enjoyed and he made sure that other people enjoyed it as much as he did.

                “Savri? Hello, wake up.” Margo’s voice brought me out of my thoughts.

                “Huh?”

                “Did you hear what I just said?” I blinked.

                “Um, no.” Margo sighed.

                “I said that maybe you should stop daydreaming about him and actually do something about this…obsession of yours.” I sat bolt upright.

                “It is not an obsession, Margo,” I said seriously. “And are you bleeding insane?!” On the last part, I let a little bit of my British heritage slip into my voice. It often did that when I was stressed out or nervous.

                “No, I’m serious,” she said. I gritted my teeth.

                “Margo, I am not going to jeopardize my new job just because you have a hunch about my emotions! It took my forever to get up to where I am now. Why would I ruin that?”

                “Because you love him.” I moved my hand away from my ear and stared at the phone. After she had said that, Margo had hung up, leaving me alone with the weight of her last comment and my thoughts. The cell phone slipped out of my hand and landed on the bed next to my knee, closing when it hit the covers. I slowly leaned back and stared up at the ceiling once more.

                “Because you love him,” Margo’s voice repeated in my head. Did I truly love him? I had only met him a day ago. But, sometimes all it took was one glance to fall in love with someone. Great, now I sound like a ditzy romance novel. I sighed and closed my eyes. I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Sebastian and Margo’s voice swirling around in my head.