Irreistable

3.

1:57pm

Shawnie Boy: Was looking for your contact in my phone only to see you used your really full name. That's sort of lame.
Shawnie Boy:  So I changed it.

Babygirl✨: WOW, that's so sweet of you to say! (Sarcasm, asshole)

Babygirl✨:If it's something weird, i'm blocking you.

Shawnie Boy: It's Babygirl 😉

Babygirl✨: Yikes...

Shawnie Boy: You coming to the studio today?

Babygirl✨:Are you?

Shawnie Boy: I asked you first

Babygirl✨: But do I have to answer??? Noooo.

Shawnie Boy: You are so difficult sometimes. I've been here since noon.

Babygirl✨: I don't have studio until 3 today.

Shawnie Boy: How about you come in early, and hang out in the studio with me? It's just going to be me since I requested personal work time.

Babygirl✨: Why would you want me there if you wanted personal work time?

Shawnie Boy: You are, of course, are the only exception.

Babygirl✨: I'll see you soon.

I sighed sending the text while settling my target bags in the trunk. What I wasn't expecting was for a grin to take over my face. I immediately brought myself out of my goofy grin, and back to my normal self while getting ready to drive over to the studio softly humming to the music blaring through the speakers. After a 20 minute drive I arrived at the studio parking in the same spot as last time, looking at the mirror checking on my messy bun, and makeup was okay. Wait, why am I checking how I look? I walked into the same lobby draping my jean jacket over my exposed shoulders to not show off as much skin in the ACed lobby which was bustling with managers running around.

"Ms. Blakeman, you aren't scheduled until 3pm," the receptionist calls me from her spot at the front desk while I tried walking to the elevators unnoticed.

"Oh, I know, but i'm meeting Shawn Mendes in his studio," I tried explaining quickly as the young receptionist pursed her lips.

"Shawn, huh?" She asked with a stern look. She was obviously bothered by the fact that I was going to go see him.

"Yeah, he texted me saying I can go up," I smiled waving my phone in the air.

"Well, sorry to tell you, that without him here to tell me himself, you can't go up. Plus, he requested personal work time," she responded looking back at her computer screen.

"Eliza, it's okay, i'm here. Let's go, Olive," Shawn came from behind me, resting his palm on my lower back slightly guiding me to the elevator.

"I thought you said your phone was broken!" Eliza called as we rushed to the elevators. Shawn turned around after pressing the button.

"Yeah, it is!" He yelled waiting for the doors to open.

"But Olive just said you texted her to-."