coffee shop | emilio martinez

Chapter Two

Days had passed, nothing has happened.

I have hoped everyday maybe, just maybe, he would do something. The same old glances were happening and it killed me.

We exchanged the occasional smile, and even a wave one day. I was so tempted to just yell at him to make him realize I wanted him to talk to me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by my ringtone, I check the caller ID, seeing that it was my manager.

"Hey Rose, how are you?" he cheerfully said. My managers name is Jeff and he is amazing.

Jeff is a special manager, I love him for that. He is super chill and is willing to work around stuff and is flexible. He is the reason where I am today, he has been a great impact in my life.

"I'm doing great what about you?" I roll around my bed trying to find a comfortable position while picking at my nails.

"I'm doing great!! I have a surprise for you that i'm pretty sure you're going to enjoy." He announced

"Well, what is it?" I expressed

"I got you a gig for modeling with Hollister!" He exclaimed.

"No. Way." I pronounced, quickly sitting up in bed.

I start jumping and screaming at the top of my lungs, almost falling off my bed a couple times.

"I'm still on the phone you know." Jeff chuckled.

"OMG THANK YOU THANK YOU!" I screamed excitedly.

"Of course you're welcome, also it's a collab so you'll be doing it with Briana. It's going to be at Long Beach, I will have someone pick you up and take you so don't worry about the ride. And it's later today around 3, its a little late notice but I know you can do it."

I check the time seeing there was 3 hours left until the shoot.

"When will the person come and pick me up?" I asked curiously.

"Umm in around an hour since it's a two hour drive." He explains through the phone. I hear shuffling and talking on the other end, and suddenly the phone call ends.

I pull my phone away from my ear and stare at it in confusion. I realized I only had one hour to get ready so I jumped out of bed and grabbed two towels and hopped in the shower.

I did my same routine, washing my hair with my favorite shampoo, after making sure I lather every hair with shampoo. I wash out the shampoo getting lost in my thoughts of the blue eyed boy. I wondered what he was doing right now, whether he was thinking about me too.

I finish with the rest of my routine and walk into my closet and change into ripped black shorts, a black thrasher hoodie, and I slip on my checkered vans.

I walk to my vanity and spray some perfume, apply deodorant, and swiftly put my hair up in a cute messy bun.

After finishing I checked the time, seeing that it was time to go, I grabbed my purse and keys and make my way out.

After stepping in the elevator and pressing the L button, I go on my phone and see I got a text from my manager.

Manager Jeff:
Hey Rose your uber is outside your apartment waiting for you, have fun at your shoot!

I type up a text thanking him and send it, the elevator doors open and I walk into the familiar lobby. I made my way through the packed lobby and to the front doors.

I scan the street looking for a car that had an uber signal. I quickly find it and hop in.

It was an all black Escalade, with the interior a fancy and classy black leather, with outlets and many modern technology.