Under My Umbrella

Chapter Two

I walk out of the building with my head in the clouds. It stopped raining, too. I put my hand out from under my umbrella to call a taxi. That didn't work. I put my fingers in my mouth to whistle.

"Taxi!" The guy said from behind me. I jumped a little at the surprise. I looked behind me and it was the same guy from earlier. This time, instead of being angry, I smiled a little. I wanted to know him better. "Sorry... Did I startle you again? I didn't me to." He chuckled.

"Um, no. It's okay." I paused. "Do you mind helping my catch a cab? I can't seem to get one by myself." I smiled sheepishly.

"Sure, I owe you for earlier. And a few minutes ago. Taxi!" A second later a yellow cab pulled up.

"Wow, you definitely have a gift,..."

"Chris. Chris Matthews," he stretched his hand out, "Nice to meet you,"

"Chelsea Osborn, now an official Vogue model." I said with a proud smile and shook his hand and we entered the cab.

"Where to?" The cabbie asked.

"Twenty ninth street." I said.

"Wow. Is that what you were doing there?" He asked.

"Yeah. Wait, what were you doing there."

"Wow. Is that what you were doing there?" He asked.

"Yeah. Why? Wait, what were you doing there?" I retort.

"I was in the building next door, actually. Armani."

"Cool. Weird, but cool. You work there?"

He let out a small laugh, "No, I don't. I don't think I ever want to, though."

Now this was new. I looked at him. What tall, handsome, eye candy of a man would not want to work for any kind of top brand like that. "Oh, then what were you doing there?"

"My dad. He owns the name." He said nonchalantly, looking out the window. "He called me to ask if I still didn't want to model for his men's collection." He looked kind of sad, to I decided to drop the topic.

"Nice. Read any good books lately?" I felt stupid immediately after I said that.

He turned to me with a crooked smile on his face. "Crystal Plaines was a good one. Finished it two days ago. You?"

I actually haven't read any book in at least a month. "Um, no... So why don't you tell me about Crystal Plaines. Is it any good?"

"Yes, actually. It's pretty cliche. Boy meet girl, girl is gorgeous, boy falls for girl, boy asks girl out on a date, boy waits for girl's answer." He smiled when he finished.

I blinked. "Are-are you asking me out?"

"Chelsea, would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked in a fake rich, snobby tone, with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes, I would, Mr. Matthews." I replied in a posh voice. We laughed as the the cab came to a stop on the corner of my street.

I got out and he got out behind me. "Here's my number, let me see your phone so I can put it in." He handed me his cell and I put it my number in, but for the bio, I put in 'Gorgeous girl from Vogue' and I laughed as I handed it back to him. He put his in my phone. We said goodbye, he went back to the cab and left, and I went to my building and into my loft.

I sigh and slide down to the floor when I get inside. I looked at his number in my phone and laughed. For the bio, he put 'till we meet again.'

I chuckled some more as I went to my room to change into some comfy sweats and top. I tied my waist-length auburn hair into a ponytail and went to my mini kitchen. It has a nice sized refrigerator, cooktop, oven, and six cupboards. I had to buy my microwave, though. I got some cereal, poured some milk, and started eating. I wonder what my diet would be like starting tomorrow. I was already on the slim side, but I had curves, too, so that's a plus, I guess. I looked down at my big bowl of Lucky Charms, thought about it for a little, but I devoured it anyway. I'll probably only have today to eat Lucky Charms, besides, who wants soggy cereal?