Autumn Leaves

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

     After a month, you will eventually.

     Well, we'll see that.

     I've actually thought about what Paul said. There's fifty percent that Trevor would be my type of guy. I just met him, this is just infatuation.

     I passed the designs to Diane once I finished printing them. She literally cried when I showed it to her. Not that I was the best designer in the world but I never knew I could make anyone cry with my works.

     By lunchtime, Diane and Sara and I went to the cafeteria. We sat in the corner, over viewing the street beside the building. The cafeteria isn't your typical cafeteria - it has black walls and white round tables and chairs - which aren't just your typical chairs too. There are small booths by the walls as well. It looks more of a restaurant than an office cafeteria.

     "When will the designs be approved?" Sara asked as she twirled the fork into her pasta.

     Diane shrugged as she munched her sandwich. "As soon as possible. It could be later or a week after." She answered.

     "How will you know if it's approved?" I said.

     "Trevor will be calling you to his office." She replied. "Usually he makes it as a challenge like if he liked the concept and designs of your team, he will treat the winning team in somewhere else. Sometimes we travel abroad."

     Is that really how rich people do it? Damn. "Wow," I said. "But for now?"

     "He didn't announce it so it's not yet this time." She said, sipping on her juice. "But who knows?"

     Sara sighed in disappointment. "Well, Paige seems to be a favorite of Trevor," she shrugged. "I guess we could win that one."

     I scowled. No way. Doesn't mean he let me borrow his umbrella, introduced me to his sister and half-brother, or even hung out with me for the weekend, I'm already his favorite. Trevor is just a really kind, friendly, and a Vogue model boss.

     I realized I didn't get a drink so I excused myself from the two. I walked to the drinks sections and lined up for a yogurt smoothie.

     "Damn, I should've gotten first." A man behind me complained. When I turned around, I almost broke my nose when Trevor's chest blocked my way. I could smell his not too faint and not too strong cologne. He smells expensive.

     I craned my head to him, instantly making my neck hurt. He's so tall.

     "I'm sorry," I said, running a hand through my hair. "Should I let you go first?"

     He took a step back to give us space from each other. "No, I was just kidding." He chuckled.

     "Oh," I said, nodding my head.

     The thing between Megan and Paul was still on my mind and it was uncomfortable to think of it when your brother's ex-girlfriend's brother is standing in front of you. No matter how awkward the topic is, I still wanted to talk about it.

     "So-" I started but got cut off when Trevor spoke at the same time.

     "About-"

     I stopped and we both laughed awkwardly. "You go first," I offered.

     He nodded and put his hands in his pockets. "About yesterday, the thing between Megan and your brother," he said, keeping his gaze on me.

     "I was also going to say the same thing," I stated. "Anyway, just continue."