Hate is a strong word

Chapter 3

"So, your the new edition, huh?" Nash asked as we walked toward the photography building.

"Yep. What do you do here?"

"I'm the assistant of the assistant's assistant. It's a very big job." He said, cheekily. I laughed and walked through the massive double doors he was holding open for me.

"This is your building, but your actual office is on the top floor."

I gulped when he mentioned the top floor. This building had to have at least 10 stories! And did I mention that I have a slight fear of nights?

He walked me to the elevator. I walked in and my knees began to shake. One wall of the elevator was glass, allowing you to see the city as you rose high above it. For normal people, it would be beautiful. For me, well, all I could think about was falling to my death.

He pressed the button for the 10th floor and looked out the window. I looked too, but quickly looked away. I felt the elevator get higher, and higher...

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I found myself on a couch, still in my work clothes and, as it looks, still at work. I sat up and looked around, only to see a big office space and Nash.

"Oh my goodness! You scared me half to death! Are you ok?" He rushed to my side and I held my head, as it had suddenly started hurting.

"What happened?" I asked, still groggy.

"We were on our way to your office when you fainted in the elevator."

I lightly chuckled, trying not to make my head hurt anymore than it already did.

"Did I mention that I have a small fear of heights?"

He stared at me before finally starting to laugh as well. He helped me stand up and gave me some water. I drank it, and suggested we finish the tour. He hesitantly agreed, and we finished the tour.

"Over hear is your desk, and that is your computer. That room over there? That's your studio, where you will take your pictures."

I walked into a huge room with glass walls. I still felt like peeing my pants when I looked down, but if I looked at the horizon I was fine. The sun was starting to set, shedding a light pinkish-orange color over the room. All of the furniture was white, completing the modern feel. My studio had dark grey walls and a white screen, ready for my first photo. I got out my camera and set it on the stand, and started to adjust it.

"Oh, take a picture of me!! I want to be your first picture!" Nash ran in front of the screen and posed. He looked ridiculous, with his hand above his head and his hip out in a diva pose. I laughed and took the picture. He ran over and I showed it to him.

"Wow, that's amazing!" I blushed, realizing how close we really were. We walked back out to my office and sat on the couches when the elevator chime rang.

The elevator doors opened and Mr. Rogers walked in. He walked over to where we were and sat down on the couch across from us.

"I see that you've found your office ok." He glanced at Nash, but Nash didn't catch on. "Anyways, I came to see how you like the place. Personally, I love it. However, if you don't we can always change it."

"No, it's fine. It just have a fear of heights, so the windows and elevator will take some time to get used to."

"Oh, I didn't know! I'll have some blinds put in tomorrow." He pulled out his phone, someone calling him. He looked at me apologetically and stood up to take it.

"Sorry, Rebecca. I'll call you tomorrow about the blinds. Nash will show you out. Work starts early tomorrow!" And with that, he left in the elevator.

"You ready to go?" Nash stood up and offered me his hand. I nodded, taking his hand and standing up. I tripped on the carpet under the couch and feel into Nash's arms.

I looked up into his blue eyes, decorated by the sunset coming in through the window. I found myself leaning in, and he did the same. Before we knew it, we were kissing, not caring if the whole city saw.

After a while, we pulled away, stumbling back awkwardly. We stood in silence for a while, before he finally spoke up.

"I know this is very soon, but would you want to be my girlfriend?"

I gasped in surprise, but immediately smiled.

"Yes."