Let her go

27

It was a damp, chilly morning, typical London weather. Cassie woke up yawning. She sat up and stretched out her arms to the ceiling. She threw a glance to the side of her bed. The cute guy from last night, who's name she couldn't quite recall, had gone. She smiled, she hated when they stuck around and she had to tell them to go home herself. She shook off her covers and made her way to the dresser in the corner of her room.

Having picked out a gorgeous outfit that suited her perfectly, hugging tightly around her lean, model-like body, Cassie walked into the kitchen and picked up a coffee mug. She adored the sound of raindrops knocking against her window in the morning. One glance at the clock told her she'd be late for work if she didn't leave soon. As she didn't feel like rushing again, she shrugged on her adorable raincoat and left her apartment, locking the door behind her.

The city was magnificent as always, the tired night lights still in full steam as they blasted from the streetlamps in a futile attempt of clearing the early morning fog. London was not always as colorful as many imagine it, it was part of its charm to just be completely dull and gray once in a while, Cassie thought. She quite enjoyed the view, regardless. The rain had descended to barely a sprinkle by the time Cassie reached her shop. She owned her very own tattoo parlor. Giggling, she recalled the time she was just interning here, struggling arduously to make her way in the big, glamorous city.

She unlocked the front door and opened up, once in a while casting glances to the title of the store which held her name in it. It was a particularly busy day and Cassie made a mental note to thank one of yesterday's clients, on whose recommendations many of today's customers were filing in. As she finished up a rough sketch for a girl who'd called in a couple of days ago with a particularly demanding request, her phone rang. She was delighted to hear the voice of one of her favorite business partners. He knew how to get her some really well-paid jobs, mainly from some smaller celebrities.

As Cassie listened to the echo of the voice from the other side of the line, her eyes widened to the size of tennis balls, "What? I'm tattooing who? Oh my God, are you serious? I had the biggest crush on him when I was 16! Yes, yes, of course, tomorrow at noon."

After hanging up, Cassie almost fell off her chair with the happy dance she attempted to do. She immediately cleared her schedule, making sure someone else covered her noon appointments so she could have her teen idol all to herself, finally. This was turning out the best day ever.

"Cassie!"

She winced, opening her eyes to the truculent reality of her dim, little bedroom and the sound of her mothers voice calling her to breakfast and reminding her of school. Cassie flipped over, tucking her knees close to her sides and wrapped her arms around them. She wanted so badly to fall asleep again, but there was no escaping where she was today in favor of where she wanted to be tomorrow.