What Came Over Me?

Day One

Rolling out of bed was the hardest shit ever. I dont know how that crazy bitch did it every morning.

"Kaiyla, make me some coffee, hmm?" Savannah hummed out through her lips. "Is it because I registered to be a secretary? Not funny." Kaiyla ended up making her a coffee anyway, extra sugar and cream. Savannah sent a half-asleep smile at Kaiyla, sipping the substance. "I really have got to go before I'm late for this damn interview." "Hope he's hot." Kaiyla scrunched her nose up at her roommate and pale skinned best friend, Savannah. Her blonde hair was going every-which-way, making her look the least appealing. Stepping out, the darker skinned lady stepped into the sweet comforts of her room. "Oh how I'll miss you," She sighed, looking at the interior of her abnormally large room. Looking through the crowded closet, she found some work attire that was...meh.

"How did you..." Kaiyla walked out, staring at her fully dressed roommate. "I work fast. You think I got anywhere by being a snail like you?" Kaiyla sneered at her friend, disregarding the comment. "You're driving, right?" Kaiyla stared at the younger, giving her a funny look. "No," Savannah dragged the word out. "I'm calling a dinosaur to drive our car." "Really?" "No."

Stepping into the building was refreshing, it smelled faintly of coffee and the interior was utmost modern, just how you would expect an office building to be. "Holy..." Savannah stood breathless, staring at the inside. "Are we ever going to check in or..." Kaiyla waited by her side, slightly annoyed- but not really. "Yeah- Woah. The receptionist is hot." Savannah almost yelled out, Kaiyla covering her mouth. "You are so-" "Amazing. Yes, thank you." "...Annoying." Kaiyla finished her statement, sending a glare to her friend.

"Welcome~ How can I help you beautiful ladies?" "We need to-" Kaiyla got cut off again by the same damn lunatic, her friend. "You can start by giving me your number." Savannah leaned against the desk, only to be swatted by Kaiyla. "I so will," The man paused. "After work~" He winked, only enticing the blonde further.

"That took forever," Kaiyla groaned out in the upstairs lobby. "Well, I see a hot guy, gotta ask for his number." "He was ugly." "Was not!" Kaiyla rubbed her left temple, slightly gaining a migraine. "Kaiyla...Mer-" Kaiyla stood up. "Please dont attempt my last name." She bowed. The small framed man nodded, leading her to a room with 'C.E.O' at the top. She bowed to the man before knocking at the door, only to receive a 'come in.' She anxiously turned the door knob, stepping in. "H...hi" She stuttered out, regretting every decision in her life that led her here now. It was like a scene out of a movie, where the girl instantly falls in love with the attractive cold man because he's so enticing, or something like that. But this time...it was the other way around. The man had fallen in love with the cold girl who was so enticing. He needed just one glance at her, and he was swooped off of his feet. "I'm sorry...I'm here to be interviewed." Kaiyla bowed, looking at him through her lashes.

Savannah strolled around the department, looking at all the people. Everyone looked so prestigious and fancy- something she had the power of being- something she wasn't. She spotted a small fragile looking boy with beautiful black hair curled to perfection. Calm circle glasses- prescription maybe- laying gently on his face. Only if...she could touch his beautiful hair. Imagining a life where she had someone to entangle her hands in their curly hair- it was a dream. A dream only to be woken up from too soon. "I'm sorry...do you need something?" The boy waved a hand in front of her face. "Ah...I'm so sorry, I zoned out." He inspected her face- not making the slightest movements. "You're not from here?" His words caught her off guard, sending a subtle smile his way. "Savannah. I'm from America." The boy squinted at her, nodding. "Mark. Canadian." She looked at him, raising a brow. "Asian-Canadian." She nodded, making sure she didnt accidentally touch him anywhere. "Beautiful.." She mumbled- earning a look from him. "Sorry?" Mark questioningly looked at her. "The building. Its beautiful." Nice save.

"Jungwoo Kim. Call me Mr. Kim." He stood before Kaiyla, towering over her. She nodded, staring at the floor. "I'll have my director show you around.." Jungwoo- or Mr. Kim- mumbled out some extras. Kaiyla couldn't pay attention- he was quite beautiful. She could just touch his hair right now and probably get away with it- but she didnt. "Yes..." Kaiyla was about to step out- but turned around. "My friend is applying to be a designer...is there a possible position here?" She stared at him, slightly more confidence than earlier. Mostly because if she did something wrong- the door was wide open and she was the closest to it. "Actually..." He opened a file cabinet, scanning through the files inside. He pulled one out, making an 'ah-ha' sound. "Our designer just quit...you're in immense luck today miss." She smiled, taking the file eagerly. "Thank you so much- I'll be back here tomorrow." "9 AM sharp." She nodded- practically sprinting out. Jungwoo called someone, smiling the whole way through. "I have to apologize, but..." He paused, smirking. "I've found someone new. Your stuff will be in front of my house tomorrow."