My mistake (l.t.)

My mistake

I turned another corner of the crowded sidewalks, trying to push passed the couples getting at it in the streets or the snobby business people rushing to work. Portland is so crazy sometimes I forget why we chose live here.

My best friend,Katlynne,and I promised that when we both turned eighteen that we'd get an apartment together somewhere. We both grew up in Oregon and we didn't have the money to move out of the state. I hate it here but she loves it so I hold my tongue. It's been two years since we moved here but it feels like I've been here for my whole life.

I start to pick up my pace, knowing that I'm going to be late for work but trying my best not to spill my tea. It's been seven months since I've started to work at the art gallery in downtown Portland but its the only thing I love about it here,that and having an apartment with my best friend.

I turn another corner as my phone buzzes. It's Katlynne.

"Hey do you k ow where I put my design journal, I can't seem to find it," God she's so unorganised, I adore her beyond all reasoning but she literally can't keep track of anything!

"It's on my desk cause you asked me to draw the dress remember?"

"Right thank you! Have a great day," she chirps and hangs up.

I slip my phone back into my pocket and before I can look up something crashes into me. I stumble backwards and a normal height male does the same.

"God you blind or something?!"he scoffs. His accent was defiantly not American. He looks down and starts to wipe my tea off him.

"I...I..I'm so sorry" I apologise a little too desperately but this guy was really attractive.

"Yea well the damage is done, just watch where you're going next time," he gives up on his shirt and finally looks down at me. His eyes were a greenish-blue combination but they were gorgeous either way.

I nodded. "I'm sorry again, my mistake."

He didn't say anything else, just walked away. I would've been pissed if I wasn't so caught back by his attractiveness.

I stumbled to get my fallen things and quickly scram to the studio. Mozzie, the attendance/front guy waves at me and I give him a quick nod before stepping into the elevator. Say what you what about art studios, this one makes all else looks like a piece of shit.

Once I was in the elevator I adjusted my top so I wasn't hanging down so low, which I hate when I does. I check my acid washed jeans to check if I got any stains on them and luckily I don't. If I was up to me, I wouldn't wear this stuff but Katlynne insisted, rambling about its an emberessment for her best friend to be walking around in the clothes I wear with the profession she has. I roll my eyes at the thought.if it was up to me I would be wearing dark skinny jeans and a one colour long-sleeve but I agreed to her plea because had worked so hard to jobs clothes I'd like.

I looks down once more at my white short-sleeve,high-low, the white flowers that hid the shoulder area, and my acid wash, skinny jeans.I smile. I

actually feel good I the clothes she picks out but ill die before I admit it.

The doors open and I step off, ready to start another day of work.

"Good morning!!" A short blonde haired girl named Mollie squealed. I smile at her, trying my best to hide the fact she annoys the living hell out of me.

I sit down at my "cube" as us employees like to call it. Basically we get about a 15 foot space to work, which includes a desk, a canvas and stool. I began to sketch some idea I came up with last night.

Before I knew it the clock was readying 5:45pm. Time flys here and I love it. It's a time for me to think, not have to worry about anything, just draw.

I pack up my purse and sketch pad only to find my sketch pad isn't anywhere to be found. Where the hell is my sketch pad!? I began to search everywhere, rambling through paper before I have up and decide to look for it tomorrow. My tiredness hits me as I walk out the doors. I look down and text Katlynne.

*Hey wanna grab a bite?* I ask

*Yes goodness I'm starving!! Meet me at Olive Garden in 10 * I start walking towards the restaurant in a slumber motion but a growl from my stomach hurries my pace.