It was Tuesday and I was walking down the hall to the room where my potential employer sat, I turned the door knob and there sat...
Ryan Gosling?
What the hell, I thought.
"Autumn Sommers, it is so nice to meet you" Ryan said in a low, husky voice.
I melted on the spot.
I was still very confused as to why he was sitting in front of me, and how he knew my name.
"You're very beautiful Miss Sommers".
Okay, yeah I knew that, but this was really strange. He then proceeded to climb over the wooden mahogany desk,
"You're so sexy Miss Sommers. "
"Oh stop it!" I giggled like a schoolgirl.
He cupped my face in his hands and he was leaning in closer to my face, centimeters apart...just a little mor—
"Autumn wake up!"
"Huh?"
"Autumn I swear, you're the one that asked if I wanted to go out somewhere, so get your butt up. I did not get all pretty and made up for nothing!" yelled Eleanor from the other room.
I groaned. I had completely forgotten that I had texted her last night asking to hangout.
My door flew open and surely Eleanor was standing there, with an annoyed expression on her face. Her perfect ash blonde hair in a high ponytail, she was wearing a mustard yellow floral sundress and a jean jacket, paired with her oiled leather Birkenstocks
" Girl, get up! Surely your dream wasn't that exciting that you're still in bed."
"Yeah right, I was about to shove my face into Ryan Goslings " I muttered under my breath.
Eleanor left my room, she returned five minutes later tossing an olive green romper onto the bed, she'd probably gotten it out of the dryer since it was still warm.
"Wear that." She ordered. "You wanna look good, especially since there's gonna be cute guys walking all around the mall." She winked at me, smiling her prominent dimples showing through.
"We're not sixteen anymore." I reminded her "people our age meet online, or in bars."
"Oh shush, I met Oliver in the food court, and we've been happily dating for three years." She stated. "Just get ready."
I said okay and went into my bathroom to get dressed.
Thirty minutes later I walked out my hair curled and my makeup on.
The clock on the wall marked 12:30 pm.
"Let's go, I can't come home too late. I have an interview at my dads firm tomorrow, I'm taking him up on his offer, might as well. I need a job so momma can get mo money" I stood in front of her my legs spread apart while I frantically waved my arms in the air.
"Alright then weirdo, let's go."
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When I got home I was exhausted from walking around all day. I made a mental note to go to the gym tomorrow after the interview, I was getting out of shape.
I went into my laundry room and put all the clothing items into my washer, that I needed. I went to turn it on, but nothing happened.
"Damn" I thought, this was the fourth time my washer had broken down this month. I really needed to get a new one instead of getting it fixed.
"I guess I'll just go wash my clothes at the laundromat down the street" I said to myself. "I could wear some leggings and a workout t-shirt to the interview though, but I don't think Dad would be too happy. I also need to stop talking to myself. Okay I'll shut up now."
I grabbed my laundry basket and my keys, I was finally out the door.
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Ugh I thought, I haven't been in here since I moved into my apartment and bought my washer and dryer. I took out two dollars in change and started loading my clothes into one of the available washers, then I went to sit in one of the benches across the room.
I watched as a father and his two children folded their clothes throwing it into a basket when they were done.
I got up to throw my clothes into a dryer and sat back down again, plugging my earbuds back in, I pressed play on the SNL episode I was watching on Hulu, Pete Davidson was in this particular skit I was currently watching, he looked hot in his purple hooded jacket, the sleeves rolled up showing his many tattoos. Damn, I could look at him for hours.
I looked up to see a guy my age walking into the laundromat he looked handsome with his dark brown curly head of hair and tanned skin. His white t-shirt and dark blue jeans showed off his toned body. He was holding his laundry basket by his side, obviously not paying attention to the world around him. He was jamming out to the music filling his Beats headphones, while swinging the bottles of bleach and laundry detergent in his hand.
I looked back down to my phone and continued watching what I was previously watching before he had caught my attention.
I saw that my clothes had finished drying so I got up to load them back into my basket. I could fold them once I got home, I thought.
Once my clothes were in the basket I was about to leave when I noticed I had dropped my red lace thong on the ground. I looked around to see if anyone had saw me drop it. Few, I thought, that could have been really embarrassing.
I noticed that something was dripping from above, I stood up to see what it was...
"No no no, fuck me over with a truck" I cursed.
Someone had spilled bleach all over my clean clothes. I looked to see who the culprit was. "You!" I turned facing over to the man. "Y-you spilled bleach all over my clothes." I said barely able to spit out what I was trying to say. I was angry.
"Lady calm down. That's not even my— shit that's my bottle of bleach, I must have left it open and knocked it over on accident while I was loading my clothes in." He scratched his head.
"Do you not see what you have done! I was supposed to wear those clothes to my interview tomorrow and now they're ruined."
"Chill babe, it's just a little bleach. It's not even noticeable."
"Not even noticeable! It's everywhere!" I looked around to see if anyone had seen my sudden outburst, but it was just us in the laundromat. "And don't call me babe! I don't even know who the hell you are!"
"Okay maybe it is noticeable jeez, Im sorry man. I'll pay for whatever I ruined, just shut up you're kinda annoying."
He pulled out his wallet and handed me a fifty dollar bill, I didn't accept it. I just grabbed my basket and headed for the car.
"Lady! I said I was sorry. You're making me feel bad. Come on just take the money and you can buy yourself a new outfit."
"No I can do that on my own, thanks, but no thanks." I held on to my pride.
I lifted my hand up in rejection to his money.
"Can I at least have your number? To be honest you're kinda cute. If I can't pay for the clothes that I ruined I might as well pay for something else. Maybe dinner?" He winked.
I sighed and internally rolled my eyes
"Yeah, um no...in your dreams buddy."
I grabbed my stuff and walked to my car. I was pissed, who the hell did he think he was trying to fix his problem with a date.
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Laundromat Love
Romance"Someone once said the wise words, that if everything goes wrong just say fuck it and everything with be alright, oh wait, that was me last week when my car wouldn't start and I was already thirty minutes late for work, notably for the third time t...
