Saving Each Other

CHAPTER 2

It's Saturday morning and I can't wake up because no matter how much I love my job, I love my bed more. Scarlet barged in my room and opened the curtains and shouts, "wakey wakey sleepy head!" as the sun shines through the window and in eyes as I shove my pillow on my face. "Five more minutes!" I shouted back. She pulled my blanket and pushed me off the bed and I said, "Okay! Okay! I'm up." I stood up with a groggy face as I went for a shower and slipped into something casual yet sophisticated since it's a Saturday and at the same time I was meeting the CEO of Mueller Tech. once again scarlet got into room and said, "hey Blue, you're meeting the CEO guy today right?" I answered, "yeah." she then added, "I have this awesome turtle neck top why don't you wear your blue high wasted jeans with it and pair it with the beige trench coat with black ankle boots?" Scarlet's mum was the most famous fashion designer in town before she retired so growing up she learned a few things from her which has helped me a lot. I suck at choosing the right outfit for a particular occasion so Scarlet always picks out my outfits. "Geez! Thanks Scar. What would I ever do without you?" I answered. "You're welcome." She smirked. We both had our breakfast and headed to work.

As I parked my car on the usual spot, I see a royal blue Tesla model S. As I walked towards my office building I ask the guard, "I've never seen that car before, do we have a visitor this early?" He immediately answered, "Yes ma'am, it's Mr. Mueller!" "Can you believe it?" he added with a huge smile on his face. My heart started beating as if there were a pack of wolves chasing me. I hesitantly asked, "Am I late?" as I checked my watch and ran towards my office. As I open the door I see a male figure standing facing me, quite upright and muscular. He had light brown hair which were the right volume and sleeked back, amber eyes with gorgeous lashes, defined cheekbones; he had the macho mouth lips almost like Channing Tatum's and a chiseled jaw line. In short, his face was the real life definition of perfect. His sense of dressing was not so far from perfect either, he was wearing a mid grey shirt and sweater combo with a dark blue denim jacket and black trousers paired with white vans resembling a Saturday NYC male model.

My heart stopped for a split second and the next I felt as if an old friend had visited. I did not feel intimidated at all. I expected to have fainted the moment I laid my eyes on him but I guess I thought wrong. "Hi. I'm-"right before I completed my sentence he said, "Miss Bluebell?" with a fruity voice. "Yes, good morning," I added with a surprised face. "I'm sorry, it's an old habit, I'm always 10 minutes early to my meetings." He added. "No problem. I totally understand Mr. Mueller." I replied with pleasant smile. He smiled back and said, "Please call me Eden." I smiled again and repeated his name, "Eden..." he caught me staring at him so he cleared his throat, "Ahem." He smiled slightly and I looked away and put my bag on the wooden wall hook next to the backside of the door. "Please have a sit." I told him. He sat down in an upright position. He looked like he was in a business meeting. "Would you like some coffee, tea or anything else?" I ask. "Yes a coffee please, thanks." He answered. I made him a cup and handed it to him. He took a sip and smiled, "This is the best coffee I've had in years!" I smiled and said, "Thank you, my mum always made coffee when I was younger and I would take a sip whenever she wasn't looking. I loved it so I would always stand beside and watch how she makes it."

I sit down comfortably with a warm smile waiting for him to start the conversation. He puts his cup on the coffee table between us and says, "well to be honest, this is the first time I'm seeing a therapist so really don't know how it goes." "First of all you must feel free to share your thoughts with me because I won't judge and secondly, you need to tell me everything that bothers you. You do not need to feel shy or ashamed about anything because I will listen to you and give you guidance if needed." I replied as politely as I could. "Hmm, okay." He added. "I will also have to ask you a few personal questions including your diet, sleep patterns and your daily schedule so that I keep track of what you do on a daily basis." I added. He raises his eyebrows and says, "So basically you want to know everything about me." "Yes. That's how it works." I reply. "Okay." He said in a warm tone.