"Oh wow, obviously that had to happen.", Fleur says uninterested and waves at the driver that pulled up.
Carefully, I turn it around and look at the screen. It still shows the text I was about to send, but this time, with shattered glass spread over the letters saying "Here you have your text. I'm alive and I miss you".
"Are you coming?", my manager now asks, one foot already in the car.
I give her a hesitated nod and follow her into the vehicle, just now noticing that it is a big matte black range rover. When in the car, I take out my phone again to check if I can at least type him a quick reply. But no chance. I can't even unlock it at this point.
We arrive at the hotel not long after, even though the traffic is crazy. This time around, everything seems a little more familiar and I can recognise places that Dan and I visited. Even the hotel I am staying at. It is huge and incredibly fancy with marble poles and sculptures at the entrance. Immediately when I arrive inside, someone takes my luggage and brings it up to my apartment after I check in.
The suite looks like a mixture of couture and tumblr with its tall walls and windows, giving me an overview of New York.
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"Holy.", I gasp as the elevator door opens and reveals the room.
The kind man, that brought up my luggage, puts it down, tips his hat and leaves before I can thank him.
I close the door and start to investigate my home for the next month.
Everything seems so new, so untouched that I am scared to sit down on the couch to unload my stuff.
Beginning to fold some of my shirts, I turn on the TV just to see that they even have some familiar english programs, so I quickly turn on the news.
"This morning at 8 am EST, the John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York got evacuated due to a suitcase with no obvious owner being found in the entrance."
"What?", I say out loud and look at the clock. 9 am.
It seems that just as we left, this happened. Even though I am extremely grateful to not've been there at that time, I am utterly worried about everyone else there.
This thought and the fact that my phone isn't working keep me wide awake, even when I try to get some rest in the big bed.
But as soon as I really start to worry, the alarm on my phone goes off and reminds me to 'wake up and take a shower'. Lucky me, I can't press the screen to stop it so I shove it into a corner before the battery finally runs out.
I take a shower, wash my hair, brush it and put on a grey onesie before I hear a knock on the door.
Expecting a classy and elegant middle aged woman named Alex, I open the door.
"Hey girl!", Alex energetically sings.
She is the opposite of what I imagined her to be like. Her hands are full of tattoos and ears full of piercings, the dark brown hair not longer than seven millimetres. Alexs outfit consists of black high heeled boots, ripped boyfriend jeans and a grey croptop that hugs her curves perfectly.
Starring at her chocker, I gulp: "Um, hey. I'm Y/N. Nice to see you."
"A pleasure. I'm Alex!", she holds out her hand that I shake.
Alex walks inside, loading off her petite suitcase that is full of things to make me look presentable for the general public.
She immediately makes me feel very welcome since she is so open and even begins to talk to me about periods within the first hour we meet.
A little time later and I am done, wearing a oversized plaid shirt tucked into my black ripped skinny jeans, matching black boots and a hat that she put on top of my slightly curled hair.
"Gorgeous!", she expresses and holds up her thumbs when I scan myself in the mirror.
I thank her and minutes later, Fleur rings the door bell and comes in.
"Gorgeous!", she now also says and greets me with a hug.
But before we have time to discuss Alex's art, it is time for us to get back into the black car and head to the studio we arrive at a little later.
Right outside the mirrored doors, Richard is waiting for us: " Hello Ladies, ready to get to work?"
Happy nods and "Thank-Yous" follow before we enter the roomy studio.
"Now.", he begins as he sits down on one of the big chairs, "How are you feeling? Everything with the room okay?"
"Yes! It's so beautiful, thank you."
"Of course, of course.", he says while pulling out a folder full of different fabrics, "These are the general fabrics we could use and also the more extravagant ones that I had in mind."
I nod and with that follow hours of discussion and debating about the products.
"Well this one...", he begins and pulls some fabric out, "is extremely slimming."
"Um.", I cough, "I'm not sure that's what my line is about. Comfort and self love not fitting into social standards."
"Yes. Right. So... not this one?"
"Not this one."
Finally at around 6 pm, we are dismissed and can go on with our days outside from work.
"Anything planned?", Richard asks while stacking up the things we selected.
"Not really. Probably just going to get my phone screen fixed since it broke. Other than that, I'll get some sleep.", I answer, also sorting my things.
"Oh what a shame! Well if you want to you can come to dinner with me and some staff members afterwards?"
"That's really nice but I'm very tired so I'll have to deny.", I smile apologetically before Fleur pulls at my sleeve: "Come on, the car's here."
***
Not even two hours later and I am back at the apartment with a fixed phone screen and takeaway.
Turning on the TV, I see news about the report from earlier which report that the suitcase indeed wasn't harmful.
I sigh and remember that I still haven't texted Dan.
"Fuck.", I mumble with my mouth full and scramble around in the drawers to find my phone charger. But because my patience can't take the search, I set up the laptop to just skype him.
He doesn't pick up after it rings for quite some time which makes me realize that it is about two am in England.
Just as I am about to end the call, it gets accepted.
