Chapter 5
"Morning" I smile at Christina when I get to the kitchen, thanking her when she passes me a mug of hot coffee.
"So, did you have a good time last night?" Christina sits down across from me at the small dining table with her own cup of coffee.
"Yeah, I had a lovely time. I could definitely get used to this." It's true, I already love living in the city and I haven't even been here for a full 24 hours.
"Well, you will get used to it, because it's your life now." She smiles at me, looking pretty happy for someone who is about to hand over their dream job to some random girl that is living at her house for the time being.
"Yeah, I don't want to sound intrusive or anything, but aren't you upset about me taking over your job? I know you retired and you chose to pass the job to me, but you seem so happy." I don't want Christina to think I'm nosy or anything (even though I am), but I am really curious to find out how she feels about the whole situation.
"Well, darling, being the head of the whole fashion department at Splash was like a dream come true for me. It is the job I had wanted since I was a young girl, and it came with so many amazing opportunities. I have been working at Splash for about 15 years, and each day at work was just as exciting at the last. I even met Jack through Splash, and I'm now married to him. I guess you could say Splash is my life, and as amazing as that all is, I want someone else to get the same opportunities I did. I'm finally ready to settle down, and have children, and travel, and anything else that I desire, and I get to give all that to another young girl such as yourself. So yes, I will miss working at Splash, but I don't regret handing my position over to you." I stand from my chair, and walk over to Christina, embracing her, so extremely thankful for everything she has done for me. She is such a beautiful, selfless lady, and I'm so happy that she is going to be a part of my life. We continue hugging for a moment, until someone comes into the kitchen clearing their throat, mumbling something about how affectionate we women are.
"Morning to you too, Mister grumpy pants." Christina speaks to Harry like a mother would speak to her young child.
"Uh, I have the biggest hangover, Chris. It feels like someone is smashing me in the head with a hammer repeatedly." He continues to shuffle through the cabinets, probably in search of some Advil or something.
"You're kidding me! We're out of capsules." He leans across the counters, and bangs his head against the countertop.
"I have some in my bag if you want" I offer, pushing my chair in, walking over to the sink and placing my glass next to Christina's.
"That would be great, thanks." We walk up the stairs together, an awkward silence hanging around us.
Eventually we make it to my room, and I walk over to my handbag, pulling the packet of Advil out of my wallet, and walking over to him.
"How many do you want?"
"Just 2, thanks." He holds his hand out, and I pop 2 of the capsules out, into his large palm. Instead of leaving my room with the medicine, he walks over to my bathroom, sticking his head under the tap, filling his mouth with water, and swallowing the tablets. He quickly fixes his hair in the mirror, before leaving my bathroom and coming to sit on my bed.
"So, you like it here?" I simply nod, because if I start talking about the city, he won't be able to get me to shut up.
"Same, but it's good to get away from the city sometimes, to visit Mum and stuff."
"Oh, where does your Mum live?"
"England." Oh, he's English.... that explains the accent then.
"That sounds really nice. Do you visit her often?"
"Uh, I go to the UK for a week every 3-4 months to see my other family. Wouldn't want to deprive them the privilege of seeing this face for too long." He uses his hands to frame is face, making me laugh so hard that no noise comes out. This makes him laugh even harder than I am, and we both just sit there for several minutes, laughing at each other. When we finally stop laughing, he puts his hand to his forehead, rubbing it, trying to relieve his headache.
"Ah, my fucking head hurts!" I laugh at him, creating a chain reaction, and now we are just back to where we started, laughing at each other like little children.
