To Find You

4.

I woke up with a start and grabbed my phone to check the time. I had a horrible dream in which I woke up super late and everything just went downhill from there; but luckily, the time was 7am and I had just enough time to get ready and be at LaRoux Industries on time.

I hopped out of bed and into the shower using my favourite vanilla scented shower gel. I let my mind wander and started imagining different horrible scenarios of how today would go. I managed to push all those thoughts out of my head and remain positive - making it my mantra.

Once I got out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror, and cleared off the steam. Then I said to myself "You've got this Lexi. You. Have. Got. This" all this I said whilst pointing at my reflection.

I left my ensuite bathroom and sat at my mini vanity trying to tame my wild curls. "Damn unruly hair" I muttered. I managed to pull it back into a low bun with a middle parting. And internally did a little dance for winning this battle. "You go glen coco!" My inner me cheered. I then threw on a navy blue skirt suit with a white silk blouse and some low heels.

I looked at my time 7:30, "not bad" I thought to myself. So I left my room to make some tea and whip up a quick breakfast.

I noticed the house was unusually quiet and then I saw a sticky note on the counter written in very sloppy penmanship I sighed with a smile on my face, "Jamie":

Hey Lex,

Today's the 18th! It completely snuck up on me, but as you know, I'm off to Australia! Whoop!

I wanted to say a proper 'bye' but you were sleeping so peacefully and I couldn't bring myself to do it - you know how I am with 'goodbyes'.

I'll miss you loads and loads - you're all the family I have left.

Please take care of yourself and make sure to call me regularly. If not, I'll die. Okay so no I won't die but I'll cry, and then I'll be pissed off, THEN I'll get on a plane to come beat your ass and then go back to Australia.

To cut a long story short, keep in touch or get your ass beat. It's simple really. I love you so much baby, I'm so proud of you.
xx
-Jamie

P. S -> I did some grocery shopping before I left because I know how lazy you get about doing that and obviously I can't make you any food, or any meal prep even (you would die) but I wanted to do one last thing before I left.

I rolled my eyes, typical Jamie. I can't believe I forgot he was travelling today. It's been his lifelong dream to move to Australia and he's got this fantastic job lined up, as the head of marketing at one of the top music production labels in the country. I was extremely proud of him to say the least and I wished him all the best. I made a mental note to call him when he's settled in. Time difference will be a bitch though, I can feel it already.

Looking through the fridge I realised that Jamie really did go shopping and there was absolutely everything I needed for at least a month. So I decided to make a simple mozzarella, basil and tomato panini with a mini omelette on the side and a vanilla chai tea, my absolute favourite kind of tea.

Keeping an eye on the time, I knew I had to be out of the house by 8:15 at the latest if I wanted to get to LaRoux by 8:45. So I was toasting my panini while cracking my eggs and getting started on the omelette. I decided to add a sprinkle of cooked bacon bits to the omelette just to spice things up. I had breakfast ready by 7:50 and sat down to eat in peace.
When I was done with breakfast I rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, starting it before I left the house.

As I stepped out, I guess luck was on my side because I was able to hail a cab immediately, looking down at my shoes internally saying "the subway won't cut it, not today Satan" I hopped into the cab, told him my destination and off we went.