The Advertiser

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A.N: Meet your very own weird and overly dramatic Mia Walsh

"Mia." Sam walks up to my desk and leans on it. He shuffles through some papers on my desk.

"Yes?" I look up at him expectantly.

"It's the company dinner tonight, are you coming?" He questions. My face drops from its original smile.

"Crap that was tonight." I slap myself in the forehead. "Stupid" I mutter. Sam clears his throat. I look up at him.

He looks at me with those eyes of his. Those stupidly beautiful green eyes that have made many in the office swoon. And the light brown hair that flips around when he walks and the-

"Mia" he snaps his fingers in front of my face and I shake myself out of my daze.

"I mean-" I look into his eyes again. I really can't concentrate when he looks at me like that. I spin around on my chair and start grabbing some useless files off the floor. "I have a friends gig to go to" I turn back around and face him. "Sorry."

He frowns "Is the gig that important? I'm sur-"

"Yeah it's a pretty big deal, plus he's only here for tonight and he's flying out to Toronto tomorrow so this is my only chance." I scoff "I haven't even seen him in 6 months and he comes out of nowhere and is like 'Hey I'm in town for tonight, come to our gig' and I'm sitting here like 'Bitch I haven't even seen you since Trump was elected president and you have the nerve to-"

I realised how loud I'd gotten that the people around my desk were staring amusedly, the same way Sam was. I get a hold of myself finally. "I mean... I'd love to come but its just not possible, but thanks for asking though"

Sam is trying hard to hold in his laughter "O-o-kay, I-I'll see you next week then" and he walks away with his beautiful hair flipping and wide shoulders shaking from laughter.

Once I see his wide frame turn the corner I collapse on my desk and groan in embarrassment and start complaining about myself to myself.

"Why Mia? Of all people to embarrass yourself in front of, it had to be your hot manager."

I stopped drowning in self-pity when my phone started ringing. Without checking I picked up the phone.

"Mia Walsh of Central En-"

"You're coming right?" A painfully annoying voice came from my phone.

I growl "How dare you. How dare you embarrass me. Your best friend. In front of her hot manager"

"Woah Mia, stop your dramatic tendencies for one sec" His sarcastic voice rang through the call.

"I am not dramatic. How dare you, Nicholas James Monts" I exaggerated.

I could practically feel his eyes rolling "Alright Mia, I'll let you rant in a minute. Are you coming tonight?"

I was silent from his idiocy and cracked "OF COURSE IM COMING! WHO ELSE WOULD I EMBARRASS MYSELF FOR!"

"Well there you go little one. You learnt how to answer a question!" He taunted me.

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, well you gotta tell me what's happening then. Are we gonna meet up after? Cause if not I might as well not go-"

"No! You're coming Mia and I don't care how. I had a friend drop of the tickets at your apartment this morning so you can bring a friend if you'd like. Get to the venue at 7.30 because everyone would already be inside and it wont be so crowded."