Snowflake

Chapter 3

"You won! What?" Naomi screamed over the phone.

"Yeah, and I-" you said as you were interrupted by more of her yells. You tried to turn the phone down, but her voice seemed to overpower the volume.

"Shush! I'm in the bathroom!" you whispered. Naomi stopped.

"Anyway. I won, so I guess I'm gonna go meet Tyler and work with him." 

"That's so exciting! Have you already requested time off?" Naomi asked.

"No, I haven't even accepted it." you said. Naomi scoffed.

"What the hell are you doing talking to me then? Accept that shit, meet your boo, and get on with it!"

"He's not my boo, I just-" you stuttered.

"You what? You just have all those posters and merch and albums and fan art because you're a casual fan? Baby, you like him. You never shut up about him. But unlike everyone else, you have the chance to meet him and talk to him. This is huge!" she said.

"You're right." you hung up on Naomi, straightened your clothes, and walked out of the bathroom. You returned to your cubicle, logging into your email. Skipping the messages from your boss, you copied the contact information at the bottom of the contest email.

"Hello,

I was told to contact this email because of the ice cream contest. What's next?" you wrote.

You submitted it, and checked your messages. Your boss approved your photoshoot location, and you were set to go to California for two weeks. While silently rejoicing, your email pinged, and you immediately clicked on it.

"Hi!

This is Christian Clancy. I'm Tyler's manager. First off, I want to say congratulations for winning. Tyler was very impressed by your flavor. We are looking to rush this, as summer is coming soon. Do you think you could fly out to California for at least two weeks?" 

You squealed. This was perfect timing. You replied, telling him yes.

"What's next?" you thought.