Silver Lining

3. Photoshoots and interviews

47 days before

I wake up and jump out of bed straight away, and wander into the kitchen. Theo's already there, making some scrambled eggs. "Morning, beautiful," He says, kissing me softly on the forehead. "Mind putting some toast in the toaster?"

"Sure," I say, and wander into the walk-in pantry, and grab the nearly empty bag of wholegrain bread. I put four slices into the toaster, than grab a large plate from the drawer, and also the butter from the fridge and a knife. I screwed up the empty paper bag that the bread was in, and put my foot on the pedal to open the bin and tossed it. On the top of the rubbish were the photos that Michael had sent me, torn up. My heart jumped into my throat, and I swallowed, hard.

"Excited for the interview?" Theo asks me, and I nod madly.

The toast pops, and I push myself of the bar stool at the kitchen bench that I was sitting on. I take the toast out quickly, dropping it onto the plate because it's burning my fingers, and buttered it, watching the butter melt as soon as it touched the hot toast. Theo placed two plates of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and onions on the bench, and I put down the plate of toast.

"What are you doing today?" I asked him.

"The cooking classes."

"Oh, right. I remember now." Theo taught cooking classes sometimes down at the community center. I go along when I'm not busy, and they're quite a laugh. It's more about presenting and decorating food, and what will look and sound good together, so the people in the classes are mostly people who can cook, but just want to learn how to present food prettily. Some of the people are people who follow him on Instagram, and want to meet him. Because the classes are free, sometimes Theo's friends will send someone in with an earpiece and microphone, and tell the person what to say to Theo as a prank. I got them to do it one time when I went to a class, it was great.

After breakfast, we quickly loaded the the dishwasher and went into the bedroom to get ready. I had a quick shower, than put on the outfit I had lay out the night before. I was wearing a black A-line skirt with a pastel blue collared shirt, and my black ballet flats. My hair was up in a bun, and I had on a simple silver necklace with a black pearl on it. I was wearing the silver bangle that I wore everyday, the one that my grandmother gave me before she died. She had bought it when she lived in Ireland, before she moved out to Australia. I kind of wish I had the same Irish accent as her, it was fun to listen to. I could listen to Grandma speak for hours, she was a brilliant story teller.

I gave myself a once over in the mirror, and smiled. I looked nice, with just hint of professional. "Okay, bye!" I called to Theo, who was gelling his hair in the bathroom.

"Bye! Wait, where are you going?" He asked.

"The photoshoot!"

"No, I meant like where is the photoshoot?"

"Oh, whoops. Melbourne CBD somewhere."

Theo stuck his head out of the bathroom door. "Can we have pizza for dinner?" He gave me puppy dog eyes.

We usually ate really healthy, but now that he's metioned pizza, I could seriously go for a pizza. "Sure, what do you want?"

"Uh... What do you think they have?" He asked. We just didn't get takeout enough to know what there was on the menu.

I shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. I'll get something nice, 'kay?"

"Gracias, adios muchachis!" He said as he disappeared back into the bathroom.

"What does muchachis mean?"

"I don't know, but it sounded like Spanish, so I just added it on the end."