Photobomb: A Loving Annoyance

Chapter 02: Cleanse

Sighing, I leaned forward on the counter, waiting for my third pot of water of the night to boil. I needed more coffee, I'm slightly addicted. Everything about coffee is perfect. The scent, the bitter yet warm taste, the feeling of it restoring my energy, his amber eyes...

Wait, what? That's not coffee. I shook my head and snap up, hearing the kettle's faint ding. Preparing a new mug of instant coffee, I began to pour the water in. I don't know why I've been so stressed out. It was one mistake. I've made plenty with actors.
I guess it's a bit more serious when you shout at them and think they accused you of being a pedophile.
Yeah.
That's it.

Well, at least I know that he's not the perfect guy I thought. He's still fucking annoying.
"AH FU-"
I was snapped out of my thoughts by the feeling of boiled water on my hand. Looking down at the overflowing mug, my eyes went wide and I stopped pouring, jumping back.

"Shit...so much for doing more editing tonight..."
Putting down the kettle, I quickly dipped my burnt hand under cool, running tap water. Sighing in relief, I glanced back at the mess I made. I'll need to clean it up later. But first! My hand!

Turning off the water and delicately patting my hand dry, I headed into my bathroom. Luckily for me, I left my first aid kit on my bathtub, not in my cabinet behind my mirror. It clicks shut and is hard to open with one hand. Sitting on the rim of the bathtub, I popped open the first aid kit, adding some burn cream onto my hand before wrapping it with gauze.

"This absolutely sucks. I need to get these photos from today done."

Shutting the first aid kid, I ran back into my kitchen, carefully cleaning up the boiling water and coffee grounds, taking my mug back to my room to finish editing my photos.

My cat quickly follows behind me into my dimly-lit room, as I shut the door with my foot behind her. I made my way over to my bed, making out the brown sheets and array of creme pillows by the light from my laptop. Sitting down carefully on my bed while placing my mug on my nightstand, I painfully got back to editing photos.

A few minutes later, I saved the final photo, before everything slowly began to fade into a comforting black embrace. Ah, sleep. How I've longed for you so.

I woke up to the intense buzzing on my nightstand. Curious and annoyed, I picked up my phone and checked the time. 8 AM. That's really fucking early for someone to call.

I reluctantly called the number back, groaning from being woken up. Unfortunately for me, an annoyingly familiar voice picked up.

"Hello Beverly, guess who it issss~"
I could almost see his stupid, gorgeous smile from the other side of the phone. It pissed me off.

"Ah, hello Mr. Gora. I apologize for the missed calls. I was asleep,"

I heard a clicking of some sort from the other side of the phone, followed by a sigh.
"Beverlyyyy, there's no need for formalities! Please call me Christian!!"

"No thank you, I try to keep everything formal with my clients,"
There was no way I was going to call him by his first name. I was already gonna get mauled by his fangirls. I, frankly, did not want to die.

I heard a hmph from the other side of the phone. Ugh, such a baby.

"So that means the date I planned isn't gonna happen..?"