The continued beeping of my phone made the woman who was doing the makeup for my next photoshoot irritated. She let out an angry shudder and cussed at whoever was calling in her language.
"Sorry Fernández." I apologised with a sheepish face.
She let out a sigh and with her heavy accent said, "It's not your fault, just answer the beep and lemme be done." I smiled gratefully at her. "Just don't mess up the makeup." She replied fiercely, getting sitted in the small couch beside the door and arranging her makeup kit.
"Hello?"
"Hey. It's Darren." The man said.
"Oh, hi Darren." I replied amicably. "How've you been?"
"Great. Hey, I was wondering if you were perhaps free today." He asked me.
Ohmigosh
YES!!!
"Uhm, at the moment I'm at a photoshoot." I sadly replied.
"Then what about tonight? For dinner. What do you say?" Darren questioned.
"That sounds superb. I'm up for it." I replied him.
"Say seven thirty. Is that okay?"
"It's fine. See you then. Bye." I said while he hung up the call with a reciprocated "bye".
The rest of the day was spent daydreaming about the dinner date. It seemed the day was anxious for nightfall as it came all too soon with I stuck on what to wear.
"Just go with the emerald dress that brings out your eyes and those stylish designer gold shoe." Mida supplied already loking so tired. I mean I get why. Her room was full with clothes -hers and my newly bought ones- strewn at every spot, hangers here and there and shoes spontaneously littered around.
I groaned. "I just want to look perfect Mida."
"Guess there's no time for such luxury. It's seven twenty-nine." She said calling my attention to the time while at the same time a message came into my phone. I picked it up, read the message and shrieked.
"He's here!" I yelled dramatically. "Help me Mida!"
"Alright, Mida coming to the rescue." She said handing the dress she was talking about along with the shoe. "Quickly put this on."
I did as she said in a span of three minutes and hurriedly left the apartment, collecting my clutch from the coat stand. I ran through the stairs and came out the building breathing heavily. For a girl as thin as I was I sure was not fit. As soon as I was out, I spotted him immediately. He was leaning on the trunk of his Porshe car. I took some seconds to bring my breathing to level and patted down my windblown disarrayed hair, approaching him.
"Hey." I said in a shy whisper.
"Hey yourself pretty lady." He said causing me to blush furiously.
"Aww you're so sweet. Shall we?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. His response was to give me a lingering kiss on my lips and he drove away to the unnamed restaurant.
We arrived to an uptown restaurant. It was popular and was the food point for most celebrities. We approached a blonde woman holding a chart.
"Name?" The woman asked in a pitchy voice.
"Darren Gareth."
"Oh Mr Gareth, I'm sorry, uhm, please come this way." She said with a humbled appearance. She took us to a reserved table hidden from the view of the eople dinning in the restaurant. A candle was placed on the center of the table, the place setting was dark. When we got seated, a waiter stood politely beside the table, giving us the menu.
"What can I get you ma'am?" Ma'am? Do I look so old already? Must be the makeup.
"Oh. I'd like the salad dressing with the side whipped crème apricot but can I have less whipped cream with it? And mineral water, please." With being a model comes strict dieting. There were alot of sacrifices to be made if you want to become a successful well known model just like Tyra Banks was or how Bella Hadid is. Adjusting my diet was alot for me to do because I so much loved the culture of eating. But career choice calls for drastic measures.
"Sure ma'am." The waiter replied.
"Sir?" Said the waiter, enquiring about his food choice.
"Steak and mashed potatoes with your best wine." Darren replied.
"Sir." The waiter who's name tag read Taylor bowed and politely left, promising to bring the food in a few minutes.
"So I take it that your photoshoot earlier today went well?" He asked, paying rapt attention to me.
"Yes, it did but I don't want to talk about work now." He raised an eyebrow with a small smile playing on his lips and a challenging look in his eyes. A shiver ran through my body with his look. Don't back down now girl. You asked for it.
"Uhm," I swallowed nervously, shifting in my seat. "So, you haven't told me anything about yourself. I'd like to get started with that." I told him straightening my back.
"What would you like to know?" He asked gazing into my eyes.
"Anything." That I have not already learnt from the internet I trailed on in my mind. Fixing up a smile.
"Well, I'm an only child."
"Me too!" I jumped in.
He gave me a funny look. "You don't say?" He replied with humour but seemed to move over as he added, "I am a director. Actually, directing is one of the things I love doing, aside from producing."
"Because you get to control people." I butted in. Again. Gahhh. Why can't I keep my tongue in check? He chuckled at my statement. The waiter chose that moment to make an entrance with the dishes and wine.
During our meal, he reached out and grasped my palm into his across the table, giving me a mouthwatering smile. When we were done with the appetizers, I skipped the dessert.
He drove me home, telling me he had a good time and we should do this sometime soon. I swooned so much I hardly replied and focused on nodding and told him to have a goodnight.
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A Model Misfit (Misfits #1)
Humor"So I take it that your photoshoot earlier today went well?" He asked, paying rapt attention to me. "Yes, it did but I don't want to talk about work now." He raised an eyebrow with a small smile playing on his lips and a challenging look in his eyes...
