Count On Me

5. Acidity

"CHAR! WAKE UP! YOU'LL BE LATE!"

I heard someone pounding his fist on my bedroom door. It was Will. I stirred and opened my eyes. Yawning, I turned and looked at the time. It was seven in the morning. Shit! I quickly scrambled out of the bed and opened the door, Will was still calling my name.

"What did you take last night? Sleeping Pills?" He asked exasperatedly.

"Sorry, I was in a quite deep sleep." I said sheepishly.

"Now, get ready. I've made brekky." He said and turned to go in the living room. I was accustomed with the Australian vocabulary by now. If you ask me, it's quite wierd and sweet, both at the same time.

"I'll be there." I closed the door and went to pick my outfit for today. I can't believe I woke up this late, on the very first day of my job! Yes, I'm not a morning person but I doesn't wake up so late.

Going to the bathroom and quickly getting ready, I took a glance at mirror. I was wearing an azure coloured blouse and black pencil skirt with the American diamond bracelet and stud earrings. I paired it with beige coloured platform heels. Taking my same beige coloured handbag and the other necessary things, I went out in the kitchen.

I could smell the scrambled eggs and bacon with coffee.

"Hey! wow, You are a beauty!" Will complimented with a slight big eyes and a smile.

"Thanks." I smiled and went to take my plate.

"Coffee?" He asked as he started pouring his coffee in his mug.

"No, I'll just have a glass of milk today. Acidity. Couldn't sleep last night." I was feeling the burning sensation in my chest. It was the acidic feeling. I took the milk can out of the refrigerator and poured it in a glass.

"Hmm.. good idea." He said as he took a sip of his coffee.

As the cold milk went through my throat, I started feeling better. We ate our breakfast in silence as we both were getting late for our work.

I grabbed the best transportation in the Paris - Metro. I had taken the pass.
Travelling through the metro was comfortable.

When I reached at my destination, La Mélange, I had five minutes left. I took a deep breath and looked at the building. My dream. My first love. Fashion designing. Finally. Excitement and nervousness, both were producing butterflies in my stomach. A broad smile came on my face as I read the brand name. I went inside at the receptionist. Abella. I read her name. She was almost of my age with a very formal clothes, she has dirty blonde hair and beautiful sky blue eyes. I greeted her with a friendly smile and told my name and what am I here for in French. She gave me the instructions politely in her beautiful French accent.

The very first day of my job. I went to the third floor, my senior gave me the important instructions and showed me my cubicle and table. There were four tables, one at my left side and the other two at the opposite side. I saw at my left side, there was a young man around my age with blonde hair and blue eyes. I greeted him in French. His name was Casper. He was a German. And I greeted him in French. He was a funny, full of life person, very friendly and when I mean very friendly, I mean it. He was a flirty. But friendly with a cheeky smile, so the other person would never feel awkward. In my exact opposite front table was a young redhead French girl with green eyes and shy smile. Her name was Sophie. She was an introvert person but very sweet. The third person in the cubicle was a Spanish young man with brown shaggy hair and hazel eyes. His name was Nicolás. He was very nice and lovable, with whom anybody would be comfortable. Later I found out that he was in fact a gay. How can someone who is this handsome be a gay!? But.. nevermind. We talked a bit for getting to know each other. They explained me some important things about office.