New York City, Baby

New York.

A city filled with excitement, drama, dreams, and a whole bunch of craziness. Something I'm not sure I could ever get used to. I'd always lived on the countryside my entire life, helping Mum and Papa run the farm. I was expected to grow up and continue working at the farm- selling fruits and vegetables, tending the animals, and hosting yearly horseback riding summer camps. Yet, here I was. In one of the most famous cities in the word: NYC. I was here to live my dream and accomplish my goal. Apparently, I had a knack of writing.  Just last year, I began my first book. I'd put it up online, then left it there. The story was just for fun, I never expected something to come out of it.

My story, however, began to gain popularity on the website, and a few months later, a man by the name of John Mccarthy, found interest in the book. I read that he owned a whole rich company and could publish books. When my folks heard the news, they were shocked at first, but when the fact sank in, they had had rushed me straight to NY, telling me I needed to seize my opportunities. 

It took me a plane ride, many buses and taxis, and one restless night at a decent hotel, before it got me to today. Today was the day I met this John Mccarthy. February mornings were chilly, with some wind. Vehicles honked all over, and loud chatter and shouts blossomed all over the city. I tightened the black jacket around my light pink blouse and skinny jeans. My brown hair flew contentiously in my face.

 I'd never felt so nervous for such an interview. I  hurried into a subway and pulled out my phone as I stepped out of the subway. I was suppose to meet Mr. Mccarthy at 11:00, and it was already 10:54.

"Goddammit," I muttered between clenched teeth. I had searched where to find his office, but with my unfamiliarity of New York, I wasn't sure if I was going the right way. I picked up my pace, my mind spinning with worry of how angry Mr. Mccarthy could be if I entered his office late. I rushed out of the subway station into the bustling streets-

Without warning, someone whirled into me, and I felt my feet give out under me. Strong arms reach around me, saving me from crashing to the floor. I gasped, breathless, looking up at who it was. I recognized his face immediately from all my searches.

John Mccarthy in the flesh.

"Well I didn't think I'd meet you like this, Miss West," he said, with a gentle smirk as I straightened, flustered.

"S-sorry..."

"It's alright," Mr. Mccarthy laughs a deep, handsome sound. "Now, shall I walk you to my office? It seems you are going the wrong way." My cheeks reddened once more.  I nodded.

Way to go for a start of chasing my dream.