Set sail my love

3

I was wrapping up with my credit card details on Amazon for the order of the texts I'd need during this course. It was barely 19:15 but I wanted to get the important stuff done before I left to meet up with Chase. I hadn't told anyone about this and I wasn't planning on telling anyone about this. I don't know why I was treating him like a dirty secret but the thought of hanging out alone with Chase made me nervous a little. I kept telling my self this isn't a date and yet I had that tingling feeling telling me to try dress up. I went to my wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black leggings and a crop top. I paired this with the black Doc Martens my nana got for me on my 21st birthday last year.

I walked over to my portable vanity and put on a full face of makeup. I made my thick hair fall down all around my face tying my whole look together and giving me a more daunting look. If I was going to avoid acting on the impulses I always felt in the presence of Chase Waters, then I would at least try to look the unapproachable part.
I walked over to my desk and checked my phone for any messages and there was one from my darling Kai (insert eye roll).

JensenX👨🏽‍🎓: can I call?

I looked at it for a while contemplating the few calls we have and how he just walks out on me after initiating them. I didn't want to be a bitch about it but I was allowed to be angry when my boyfriend continuously chose his friends over me. He's changing so much and I won't lie that it's for the better because it's not. He's become so haughty and selfish half the time and deep down I don't know if we're still in love.
I closed all my tabs then checked my screen before I locked it, 19:28. I checked my reflection one more time before poking my head out of my door to make sure he wasn't in my corridor because that would be awkward. The coast was clear and I hopped out and locked my door behind me. I practically skipped down the stairs with my keys and phone in hand.
I got outside and breathed in the cool evening air satisfied that I was leaving early and I'd have enough time to stroll to Domino's at a steady pace. I started browsing through my emails when I saw one with the heading 'URGENT' that was sent from my father's desk at the house of Parliament. I was invited, he means summoned since I don't have the option to decline an offer, to the opening of the Routledge House in Sandton next Friday. I was to pick up my dress from Claire&Hubbers at 18:00 tomorrow and a car would be sent to pick me up for the event.
I rolled my eyes as the thought of attending another stiff necked publicity stunt angered my tired soul. But of course I would never cross my dad because I know that would never end well for me. I swiped to the next email which was from Rockefeller Records from the desk of Danny Corsica who was the Chief Executive Producer. The heading was 'Congratulations Lira!' and as I read that my heart did a cart wheel in my chest.
A month ago I saw a flier on a bulletin board in the library advertising an internship pilot project to work with Rockefeller Records and gain experience as well as a shot at actually being a producer. I had no formal experience or any certificates for the requirements involved because music had always been a secret hobby for me since my father would never approve. I thought I wouldn't get in but I guess the demo tracks I sent them scored me a lot more points than people who actually studied in this field.  I did a heel kick in the air and twirled around a few times because I could not get over the fact that I'd made it into the top 5 who were selected!
I locked my phone and swung my arms as I walked happily  towards Domino's around  the corner.
As I made my way around the glass walls I looked in to find, surprisingly, Chase Waters sitting at a corner booth nose deep on his screen phone. I checked my time, 19:38 and I was pleased that he got here early. A little curious as to why he'd do that and I was tempted to walk back a few blocks and come back closer to our planned time when I saw him twist his wrist and check his time right before going back to his phone and tapping his foot under the table. Was he nervous?
Unsolicited butterflies released themselves from my stomach and sent chills all the way to my cold feet. This hang out was probably a bad idea but I was already pulling the door open and making my way into the pizzeria. Chase sat with his back to me when I got in and I slowly paced myself till I got to his  booth. I slid in opposite him and he looked up at me with those alluring eyes.