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Photoshoots and little troubles

That morning I started my day with a plain confession - I hated all the alarms in the world. Not only because of the sound of it which is the first thing you hear every morning but also thanks to the fact that due to some unfathomable reasons they don't work when you need it the most. As you've already guessed, I slept too long and woke up at 8:46 to find out that I had 14 minutes to get ready or Marshall Mathers would be very very angry.

Needless to say, I had the fastest shower possible and I was pretty sure that the best running athletes in the world would be jealous of the way I ran down the stairs from my apartment eating an apple and fixing my first caught clothes. I guess the history would decide not to wound them in such a cruel way saving that moment only for me to think how much I really hated being late.

However, when I stepped outside and saw Marshall's car, his profile in the window seemed normally serious which gave me some sort of hope that the lateness wasn't that catastrophic. When he opened the door and I sat in the car I saw that the big white watch on Marshall's hand showed 9:02. Oh wow.

'What the hell is wrong with you today?' was the first thing I heard him say with the slightly confused expression on his face observing the way I was that day. And I suddenly understood that I probably looked absolutely crazy being out of breath and nervously smoothing my shirt and jeans. Nice.

'I thought we didn't talk in the car' I stopped all my movements turning my head in his direction and raising my brow as if nothing unusual was happening. I was hoping to escape from the answer to that question.

'You learn quickly' Marshall answered with a small hum and the lips of his showed me a hint of a smirk but it never appeared and he started the engine.

'Thanks' I mumbled turning my head to look out the window and hiding a small smile. What a luck it was that I woke up before 9. Damn alarms.

The rest of the ride we spent in quiet. I stole a couple of glances at Marshall and I was pretty sure he noticed it but never said a word. Something attractive was about the way he drove the car and I couldn't resist looking at Marshall from time to time. Just to watch his concentrated and serious expression mixed with careless movements, spot some unimportant details like a silver cross on a chain he was wearing or a soft-looking grey T-shirt underneath the jacket. I didn't really want to observe him but couldn't help it.

When we pulled up to the location, Marshall parked the car and we got out. I thought it would be a good opportunity to start a conversation and prove some details about him.

'So, how do you feel about photoshoots in general?' I asked him when we were making our way to the set which was already filled with people. To be honest, I wanted to slap myself in the face the moment I pronounced that question because somehow it sounded a bit cringy. I wanted to be in a journalist type of mode but with Marshall, it felt difficult to do that properly.

'What happened to the rule to stay quiet?' Marshall raised his eyebrows at me and I thought I caught a note of a tease in his velvet tone. Or was I mistaking that for a venom?

'We are not in the car anymore' I shrugged simply as if we always had those kinds of normal conversations and talking first was my well-known habit.

'Good point' he answered not looking at me. 'I guess I don't mind it but it's not something I look forward to. I got used to things like that a long time ago' he stopped suddenly throwing me a dissatisfied glance. I wasn't sure it was serious, though. 'Where is your notepad? I don't see you writing it down. Every word is priceless, for your information'.

'I have a good memory, don't worry' I reassured him and something unfamiliar sparked in his blue eyes. I noticed something different about his behaviour that day. It was like his mood was almost good. I wondered if Kim was the one to blame for it.