Ubiquitous

When We Met (Day 4)

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This 5-part short story centres on a rising teen actor and her 5-day stay in Tokyo. She meets someone, and they share an interesting similarity with each other. But how far will it go?

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My head violently jerks awake at the sound of the alarm on my phone. I reach out to turn it off, struggling to not let this hangover affect me too much. What a joke, right? This hangover will be the death of me. Slowly propping myself up with my elbows, I groan at the rash decision I made to go out last night. I have a job today! And if Yuki tells my mum about me showing up like this, I'm dead meat. She'll follow me everywhere I go. 

I slide my legs down and my feet touches the carpet. Next to my feet are the boots I wore last night. A smile creeps on my lips as I remember the best parts of that night. But before I could fall back asleep, I hear three solid knocks on the door. I metaphorically crawl my way to the door. Standing there is Yuki.

"I'll be ready in a bit." I immediately say, trying not to look too messed up. She shakes her head and smiles, saying, "The job is in two hours. I'm just checking to see if you're fine because your mother said you didn't answer her calls last night."

Oh, right.

"Yeah, yeah. I was a little...busy. I'm fine, don't worry." I say. She scans me from the tip of my messy hair to the hem of last night's dress I'm still wearing. She bows and walks away. I wanted to bow back but she walked really fast.

After a nice, warm shower, I put on a thick layer of foundation on to mask the tired look and try to look decent. Putting on my black coat on and a pair of flats on, I suddenly have an idea. Maybe I should give Johnny a visit. You know, just to thank him for the great night. 

I enter the lift and press on 4, chanting his room number so I don't accidentally knock on the wrong door (it's happened before). "421, 421, 421." I stand in front of the room and take a deep breath before knocking on it. After about a minute, I hear footsteps approaching the door. I step back and wait as the door opens. Johnny stands there with a bathrobe on and his short hair looking disheveled. For a second there his face contorts into a shocked expression. "Jenny, hey! I-- did you sleep well?"

Before I could answer, I hear a female voice asking, "Is that the champagne?" The voice then continues to sing, probably in the shower. Johnny bites his lip and sighs. Well, fuck me. I should've known. I mean, one guy acts nice to me and I think he likes me. What is wrong with me? Johnny is attractive and all, there has to be a catch. I'm so dumb. So dumb. What makes me think I have it easy?

"Jazz singer from the lounge?" I ask. He replies, "It's all on my brother, I swear." I nod and quirk an eyebrow. For a second there we're just in silence. Probably trying to asses the damage. He breaks the tension and asks, "Are you free for lunch?" The job ends just before lunch, so I nod...really slowly. "I'll, um, take you out. How 'bout that?" He asks. Is he for real? I can't tell if he's joking, to be honest. But whatever his plan is, I hope it's good. "Yeah, sure." I say. 

I quickly walk towards the lift, escaping the awkward situation. This reminds me, maybe I should reply one of Dean's texts or something. They're all so dull I forgot to reply them. I'll just shoot him a 'sorry, been busy' text later. But right now I've got to try and find a reason to what I just saw. 

My job for the day is basically some final touches to my advertisement for the drink. Some more promotional shots and some papers to sign. My mind decides, of all days, to be out focus the whole time. One moment I'm thinking about how much I dread going home, another moment I'm thinking about leaving soon so I won't have to see Johnny again. Next thing I know, the shoot is over. Which means I can go back to the hotel. Which means lunch. With Johnny.