He's My Winona

Chapter 1

"Stump speaking." I say into the cheap handset receiver. "Hello, please check into room 47 block 8 please. Thank you." The chilling ring of the line ending plays through the phone. I sigh putting the phone back down. I push my chair back and stand up, walking to the elevator. I press the up arrow button and relax against the office wall. The elevator dings and I walk in.

A man not much taller than me with scruff and short pitch black hair looking down at his phone is stood in back corner of the elevator. My heart just about melts the second I step in. Normally in situations like these, I just put my head down and stray from any social interactions mostly because people annoy the fuck out of me, but this time it's different. As the elevator door closes, I cant seem stop looking at him, he seems very fit and well built. I think I might have been drooling, he is perfect. He must have felt me basically starring holes through him and got uncomfortable because he looks up at me. Butterflies erupt in my stomach, his eyes are the colors of whiskey and caramel, they seem almost too beautiful to be real.

"You need something?" His voice is slightly raspier and slightly higher pitched than most men I've met. It was nothing like I was expecting but it was a pleasant surprise. "I- n-no you just look... familiar?" I say trying to come up with a quick excuse to why I was just starring at him for much longer than I needed to be. He tilts his head up slightly, smirking, "see something you like?" With his hands on his sides he shakes his hips both ways. I blush a bright red, looking down at my thrashed white Converse and adjust my glasses.

"C'monnnnn don't be like that." he trails off. "ughhhh you're too shy. I can fix that." I look up and see he is digging through his briefcase. He pulls out a sticky note and a pen and starts to scribble something down. As if on cue, the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. When he is done with the note he folds it into a tiny square and hands it to me when he's done "here, have this." He says, winking at me, making butterflies erupt in my stomachs again.

I watch as he walks out through the lobby and out through the spinning glass door. He stops and blows me a kiss right before the door closes again then continues off down the block. I look at my hand and unfold the paper.

To The Cute Guy In The Elevator
213-402-0000 <3
(that's my number, text me, beautiful ;)

My stomach does flips as I eagerly press the button for B8. I just want to get this little meeting settled with so I can get home and text this hot ass guy.

*10 Minutes Later*

"I'm sorry to tell you this but we have to let you go." Mr.Seaman says to me sternly. "W-what? W-why?" I say shakily. I can't believe this. I'm getting fired from my only job. How am I supposed to pay my bills? Or feed my dog? How will I pay off my college debt? It's not like I can find another job that easily. I just barely got the job I hav-had with not being able to have a full time shift everyday because of college.

"We just can not afford to keep you any longer. If you cannot work full time we can't have you working with us. You may now go gather your things and part ways." He says, ending the conversation. He answers a call on one of those ear headset things as he turns back towards his ceiling to floor window.

I slowly turn around and walk out of his office, processing everything that just happened. This is total bullshit! I angrily rush down the hall to the elevator and slam my hand on the button to my floor. The second the elevator comes to a complete stop and the doors open I practically stomp all the way to my desk.

I gather everything I have that's valuable to me, making sure I leave as much trash behind as possible, just to be an asshole. I stuff everything in my backpack and storm down to the lobby and out the front door.