The girl was late; it could be told by her state. She was running awfully fast, always checking the watch on her wrist. She held a nearly cold latte into her hand and she had a cigarette into her mouth; into her other hand she held her mobile phone talking with someone, didn’t hesitate to scream. She tried to stop nearly 2 cabs but none of them assisted her or provided her with a ride. Her bus left right in front of her eyes and she knew that she was going to arrive late to the press. She always did that, even though she despised whenever she’d enter the room and find everyone’s stares focused onto her. This time it was worse.
“Jennifer, I’ll be late, what can I do I can’t find a lift” the girl spoke angrily trough the phone trying to keep her bag over her shoulder since it began to slip lower over her leather jacket. “Well Jen, I’ll try to. I know, I know… Please just stop screaming I’ll be there in a minute” she added. The woman on the other side kept complaining even though. As she approached the busy street, people kept reminding her with their car horns that she took too long to pass it while she ignored them all and kept fighting over the phone. It was Monday, the busiest day in the whole week, it seemed like everyone was out, the whole London rose, people left their hiding places which they had over the weekend and went out frowning and twisting their faces because it was yet another working day.
Anyway as a prove that she wasn’t the only one who rushed and tried to reach something a certain accident happened: in the matter of her absence she bumped into a man spilling her whole latte over him and letting go of her telephone which shattered on peaces on the cold concrete. She gasped, leaving her bag to fall down also. The man angrily took few steps backwards shaking his wet hands; his hands narrowing towards the small droplets of coffee which slipped away from his expensive coat and back towards the gasping girl who didn’t know where to look firstly; her bag, her shattered telephone or the man whose expensive coat she very much ruined.
“I am so sorry, sir. I was rushing and I wasn’t looking and—“
“Please, if that could be a reasonable explanation! How can you ordinary people spend a day without using your head?” his voice appeared as a cold, sonorous and angry murmur, he didn’t even bother to look at her again, he kept tidying his long and elegant coat with a white handkerchief which sonly turned filthy and smelled of coffee. It was completely intrusive and irresponsible but she couldn’t remove her eyes away from the man ahead her; every each movement he made and every each angry murmur under his breath made him even more perfect than his body and face alleged; high cheek bones, pale face, arrowed lips, dreamy eyes; like million of constellations were nested inside of his pupils, long figure, skinny waist and absolutely dashing deep voice. He was an absolute dream even though his behavior wasn’t quite so pleasing, friendly or polite. And that phrase ‘ordinary people’ seemed even more edgy and comical to her than anything that the man so far had said.
“I find that gazing at me a lot jesting and singleness; you’re late, your arrival will draw too much attention, if you continue you might not even see anything of importance” the man’s voice made her snap out of her own captivating thoughts, she gulped blinking few times; she was completely ceased and confused, was it that obvious that she was late for a matter? Seeing that she had no further intention to take her bag from its ‘resting place’, the tall man knelled taking it between his slender hands, throwing few looks over the fabric then handed it to her. He spoke as if he were a diplomat, his way of holding himself was so gallant and attractive, she couldn’t help but wonder if he were single, no matter that he was just some stranger who happened to be very impolite.
“You’re not going to be a very successful journalist if you continue being late on every single press and interview” he added, his tone vividly showed a certain arrogance and witticism which if he were polite enough, would attract a lot of women according to the girl ahead him, who was rather impressed of his knowledge and skills of observation, hence his face expression was cold and frightening on few moments, he looked rather melancholic and he reminded her of one of those dull and always angry bosses her friends had at their workplaces.
