Firefly

Chapter One

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock screaming for me to wake. I habitually punched the snooze button. As usual, I lie in bed for about ten minutes contemplating if it's really worth it to leave bed and if maybe just quitting the whole getting up and living and socializing thing would be better. But then I snap back into reality and realize if I don't get up I don't work and if I don't work I don't pay bills and if I don't pay bills I don't eat et cetera et cetera.

I drag myself out of bed and the first thing I see is my reflection in the wall mirror. I sigh at my appearance and trudge over to my closet.

I won't explain my morning routine because it's actually quite boring. Let's just say I got dressed and showered and ate. The norm.

At 8:30 I left my tiny apartment and took a taxi to work. I work for Ed Sheeran. You might have heard of him, you might not have. He's massive in the UK. Basically, I get Ed's coffee and tell him things other people told me to tell him. Nothing special.

Actually, I guess it's sort of special. Ed Sheeran is slowly becoming a huge icon in the music industry. I know many girls would do anything to be where I am. I'm a fan of Ed's work myself, and I'm incredibly lucky to have this job. It's a shame Ed and I never really communicate, except sometimes we exchange smiles.

When I get to work I'm six minutes late, which, unfortunately, is better than usual. I pull my thick brown hair into a ponytail and take the elevator to floor nine, which is where Ed will be recording today. I'll most likely just watch and fetch water and such.

When I walk in everybody stares at me. They had already started, and I guess my entrance was pretty noisy. Ed's singing a new song I haven't heard before. I notice him give me a small smile and I return it.

"Lilliana?" a tall man who must be managing the recording today jerks my attention away from Ed.

"Yes sir. It's a pleasure," I hold out my hand. He doesn't shake it.

"You're late," he says. Thanks, Captain Obvious. I slump into a chair and hold my head in my hands.

"I'm sorry, sir," I mumble.

"It won't happen again?" he asks.

"No, sir," I try to make eye contact with him.

"Good," he swivels around on his heel and sits back in his chair.

"Well then, shall we?" Ed claps his hands together and tries to lighten everybody up, but there's still a stiffness in the air.

The rest of the recording session ran smoothly, I did absolutely nothing and we got some pretty neat stuff done.

After we were entirely finished, everyone got up and left except Ed and I. Ed was collecting his equipment and I had to stay until he left.

"Do you need any help?" I asked.

"I'm fine, thanks Lilliana," he answered. I shivered when he said my name. I don't know why, exactly. I guess it might be because his accent's so beautiful or the fact that my name has escaped a celebrity's lips or something else. Not sure.

"Um, good job today," I said awkwardly.

"Same to you," he chuckled.

"Thanks."

"Hey, are you doing anything tonight?" he stopped gathering his stuff and looked me in the eyes. I shook my head, of course. "Good. I was thinking we could grab a bite to eat? Coffee? Whatever you want," he scratched the back of his head. I could tell he was nervous by the way his cheeks went hot. I was feeling pretty red myself.

"Do you like Mexican?" I blurted out. I immediately felt stupid.

"It's my favorite," he grinned.

"Oh. Me too. Will 6:00 work?"

He smiled. "It's a date."

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sorry this isnt that great. its my first story. bear with me! xoxo.