𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀 ♰ 𝐄𝐃

ONE✘

❝ BUT NOW THAT I'M OLDER ❞
CHAPTER ONE 

I put my scarf on, hoping it would be enough to keep myself warm, along with my black jacket and my white shoes. Then, I was out the door. I started on my journey to work, without a car. I didn't mind not having a car, a walk is very nice in the cool mornings. It's relaxing and refreshing. I crossed the street, walking into the Starbucks that was across the street from my townhouse.

My parents had let me leave when I was just seventeen years old. At the time, I felt so highly of myself for being independent because I was so young. Now that I'm older, I miss my parents and my younger sister. I haven't seen them in a while, since last February to be exact. I moved to New York, hoping to save up more money for college while they stayed in Michigan. My parents offered to pay for my tuition, but I declined because I wanted to be able to do it myself. All my life, things had been handed to me. I needed a change. I needed to grow up and do things on my own. It wasn't easy, but I've learned to take care of myself all on my own.

I stepped into the busy line at Starbucks, hoping it would be a quick stop. I wanted to get to work fairly early so I could get settled in. I work at a car dealership, as a saleswoman. I make good money. I have enough to support myself and go to school, which is all that matters to me.

I exited the busy building and continued to work, coffee in hand. I passed by many people that I didn't know, and people that I knew but wasn't close with. Then, he walked by. His name was Ethan Dolan. I'd never seen anyone like him, and I couldn't shake him from my thoughts. He had brown hair, almost black. It looked messy but he made it look so good. He looks to be about six feet tall, with a muscular build. I knew nothing of him, only that we go to the same university.

When I got to work, I sat down in my small office. I logged into my computer and began working. I made phone calls, showed cars to people, and tried my best to make a sale. Depending on the person, sometimes my job was easy, and sometimes it was hard.

After work, I got into my comfortable clothes and sat in bed. I turned on my tv and flipped through the channels. There was nothing good on, so I turned on my Netflix. I watched some of "You" and then went to sleep. Just as I was drifting off, I thought of the man I see nearly every day yet have never spoken to. I don't know what it is about him, maybe it's the fact that he makes me wonder. Every time I've seen him on campus, he's been alone. He doesn't look like the type to have no friends, or girlfriend.

I had originally seen Ethan when I had gone to orientation on the university campus. He was in the admissions office when I walked in. That is also how I learned his name. The woman at the front desk called him "Ethan" primarily, but I also heard "Mr. Dolan" at one point. I carried on down the hall to speak with someone about my financials, but I never spoke to Ethan. He ws already gone when I came back. I still regret not introducing myself, but I was too nervous. The way he smiled at the woman at the front desk, I knew if he ever smiled at me like that I'd have melted right there.