Coffee & Cigarettes

Chapter 3: A frozen heart only thawed by the burn of alcohol

Louis' P.O.V

I nervously shift through my closet, looking for the perfect dress shirt for the most important day of my life. Today I have a meeting with the art director from the L.M. Art Gallery. I continue to look through my clothes, trying to think of the scariest thing Ive ever done to compare to this to make this look like it's nothing, but i can't seem to think of anything.

What seems to be an infinity minutes later, I finally pick out what I think is the perfect outfit; black blazer, random black t-shirt,black skin tight jeans and my favourite pair of black and white 50's shoes. I quickly do my hair up nice and out of my face 'mental note-get a hair cut' and head to down stairs. I bump into my neighbour Alison, shes a lovely girl and we were quite close; she was the first person I met when I moved here. I don't see her much anymore, I suppose since her modeling career seems to be going well, considering I saw her on the cover of Vogue, Marie Claire and Elle all last week. But that comes to no surprise she always has been a beautiful girl, she has practically perfectly tanned skin and what seems to now be deep purple naturally perfectly curly hair and deep brown eyes.

"Louis, oh my god!' She screams happily giving me a very tight hug
"How've you been babe?" she asks fixing her bag on her shoulder.

"Ive been good, you seem to be doing well Miss.super model" I tell her.

"Oh yeah I guess so!' she say blushing.
"Where are you head off to this love january day?" she asks walking with me towards the elevator.

"I'm actually heading to a meeting with a really big art director, I'm really nervous." I admit.

"Oh my! Thats amazing Louis, I'm so proud of you" she says smiling.

The elevator doors open and we walk out into the lobby towards the door.

"Well, Louis it really has been great catching up with you! Let do dinner sometime,yeah just send me a text whenever." She gives me a quick hug before leaving the building.

I quickly check my phone the time reads 10:32am and I ask myself 'why in the mother fuck am I awake right now?' 'oh yeah I need to pay my mortgage'.

I walk outside and thank god I have a jacket on cause its cold as shit.

I get into my taxi, the driver looked frustrated with me for making him wait.

"The modern, 9 west 53rd, please." You see the thing is that I can afford a car and I can drive, I just chose not to drive cause I don't have the patience for the other idiots in this city there for myself and others either..
A) Walk.
B) Take a taxi.
C) Don't leave the damn house.
I prefer C but there is a real world that keeps turning outside weather or not I choose to participate.

Once we finally arrive at the restaurant, 15 minutes later due to everyones favorite thing 'Early morning New York traffic' yay.no. I pay my driver and walk in the beautifully glossy black building. Theres an amazing scent of french pastries being cooked as I walk up to the greeters podium.

"Good Morning my good sir, How may I help you today?" He asked me with fakest smile I've ever seen.

"Ummm I'm here for reservation under 'Malik." I tell the man looking around at all the classy modern french accents in the truly amazing building.

"Yes, Mr.Tomlinson straight this way please." He instructs me while grabbing a menu and leading me through a sea of tables, finally seating me in the near middle of the room.

"Your table and menu, your server will be with you shortly." He tells me walking away.

10:51am.wow I'm early for something for the first time in um well ever. Mr.Malik told me 11 o'clock sharp so he should be hear any minute. I decided to read the menu, so I don't take to long to order. Hmmm I can't decide between the Roasted Wild Salmon and the Mustard-Glazed Lamb.