Thomas Sangster & Newt Imagines

Personal assistant || TBS -part 4

Thomas came back the next day with a bag of doughnuts and two cups of coffee. I was still sleepy and my hair was messy because I just woke not long time ago.

"Well, aren't you a morning person?", I looked at him with my eyes still half closed.

"I brought you coffee and breakfast", he said laughing fluttering the cup of coffee in my face.

I instantly grabbed it and took a sip, smiling in satisfaction.

"Perfect!"I grinned.

Thomas smirked and walked towards the kitchen, unzipping his leather jacket and pulling out a piece of paper from a secret pocket. I followed him still sipping from the coffee.

"You should eat before drinking coffee, you know?", he asked furrowing a brow at me.

"I can't even open my eyes without a coffee!"

He shook his head in disapproval but then he shrugged and unfolded the piece of paper, handing it to me.

"Here", he said, "my plan for the big day."

I took the paper and frowned.

"Is this all of it?", I asked.

"Well yes, I told you I'm not good at these things."

"Thomas, this is only half of it!"

"Good thing I have you for the other half!", he smirked and patted my back.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance and grabbed a pan, starting to write down some new ideas.

"You brought me coffee. Is the main reason I won't kill you in this very moment!"

He laughed and took a seat next to me, following my lines as I wrote them.

"Okay, so I see there will be around 500 guests", I stated. "That means we'll need a bigger space than just a conference room. Oh my God Thomas, this one has room for only 350 people, where would you put the tables for the food and drinks? And the stage with the microphones and cameras?"

I looked over his little notes and my eyes grew wider.

"Uh, I didn' t think about that yet", he told me.

"Of course you didn't!"

He bit his bottom lip and licked the spot there.

"Stop worrying Sangster, we'll fix this."

"I'm not worrying. I know you'll find something."

"Well thank you for your trust, but biting your lip is a sign that you're worried. So stop it, you make me nervous", I chuckled when he gave me an annoyed look.

"We need to think how we want the room to look like. And make some sketches of it."

He listened carefully and started to draw after a couple of minutes of thinking.

"How about we put some orchids on the tables? The stage on the front of the room and a symphonic orchestra to play during the event?"

I nodded at his ideas, smiling at his sketches. He really was talented at drawing.

"Fancy!", I said. "I like it!"

"Thank you", he smiled. "Now how about the dress code?"

My eyes widened hearing his question and realizing I have sold all my good dresses to afford to pay my rent.

"I..."

"Oh I know", he said clapping his hands, "how about that long black lacy dress of yours? You look stunning wearing that!"