Uber; s.mendes

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I grab my Givenchy handbag and lock the hotel door.

As I make my way down to the lobby, I request an uber. As I reach the lobby, I spot the uber and a guy walking towards it.

"What the f*ck?", I mumble to myself and I slowly start speed walking towards the uber and the unknown guy.

As I get closer him to him I yell, "Hey!"

"This is my uber!" I emphasis the 'my'.

"No it's mine. I'm in a big hurry and just called for it" The random guy called back.

I think for a moment. This is probably the only uber that can be here in time for me in this traffic.

"How about we share it then?" I ask. He thinks for a moment before replying with, "Okay then".

"Where are your destinations today?" The bulky driver asks.

"I'm going to Times Square and he is going to . . " I trail off waiting for the guy to finish. I should probably ask for his name.

"JFK, thanks" he continues from me.

Once the uber got into the lined up lines of cars we were already stuck in traffic. This is going to be a lon drive.

"So what's your name?" He questions. I take my attention off the traffic and onto him.

"Anastasia and you?" I smile, asking him the same thing.

"Shawn, Shawn Mendes" He grins, showing off his perfect, perky teeth. We sat silently for a few minutes before Shawn asked the driver to turn the radio on. Acquainted by the weeknd comes on. Not really what I was expecting but I wasn't complaining.

"Do you like this?" I ask Shawn.

"Yeah, it's good" he replies. We all sit in silence once again. My thoughts start to trail off to my clients as I remember that I need to finish a drawing that needed to be finished by tomorrow afternoon .

I rummage through my handbag getting out my notebook and one of my fashionary pencils. I quickly eye over the key points of the design.

"Your an artist?" Shawn asked surprised.

"I'm actually a fashion designer" I state.

"That's great. Are you working for a company or you have your own?"

"No I have my own company. I don't like working for people" I say as he chuckles.

"Do you have a job?" I ask, trying not to make a silence again.

"Yeah, I'm a CEO" He replied, making me wonder about his life.
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After hours of laughing and chatting and getting to know Shawn, I arrive at Times Square. I walk my way down through the many buzzing streets and to my apartment building. My apartment looked old but it was small, cozy and cute in a vintage-ish way.

I put my handbag and now finished drawing on my desk and makeup table.

I change from my outfit to my heavenly pyjamas that I had once designed and created to an actual piece.

I throw an extremely oversized white tee over it since it had very little coverage. I slide my way over to the spare bedroom that I had made into a 'Me area'.

I connect my iPhone to my Bluetooth speakers. I play 'Cry baby' by Melanie Martinez causing the room to fill with her ear blessing singing. This was my favourite hobby of my mine, dancing and signing along to music. When I was a child I used to go to dancing lessons so those skills clung onto me. As for singing, let's just say you don't want to be alive the time I am singing.

After 'Cry Baby' comes to an end I play 'Tag your it', one of my absolute favourites from the album.

I guess you could say that's all I did until hours later when I got bored and went on my phone. My mind started to wander off to Shawn. The way his eyes gleamed when he laughed, the way he was so concentrated when-

Ok, no! Stop it, you weird b*tch. My mind spoke to me.

Maybe I should see what he does. I grab my phone and go on Instagram and search up 'Shawn Mendes'. Found it! I click it seeing that it's public I follow it then start looking through his photos. There was a girl. A pretty hot one too. His arm was wrapped around her skinny waist as she kissed his cheek.

I just turn my phone off and put it on charge and sigh as I rest my head on my pillow and daze off into deep slumber.