Take Flight

Bill Number

You throw your bag on your desk and heavily let yourself fall on your chair,

"You're fucking late."

You turn around to face Priscilla.

"Oh God am I ? No Priscilla you know I'm never late."

Your friend lifts her eyes to the heavens and come into your office to sit on your desk.

"Alright, but your piece though ? Late."

"Alright, alright. Haven't found much inspo you know ? But it's fine they have the two sketches I made em early, they can't complain. I am their best employee remember."

"You're not an employee, you're a designing genius. Anyways, you have the file I gave you two weeks ago ? You told me I could have it back today."

"The race thing ? Oh yeah I read it and left a few notes. Could've given it back earlier but I forgot."

You lift your eyebrows and purposely avoid her gaze as a joke.

"Sorry."

She lifts her eyes again and dig into your bag to get the file back. You don't pay much attention to her until you see a piece of paper fly out. It got out of your bag as Priscilla grabbed her portfolio. You start to stand to get it but your friend seizes it before you. Help.

"It's okay, I got... hey what's that huh ?"

Well shit.

She looks at you, her mouth open with the most excited face you'd ever seen her
with. She's holding the small piece of paper over her head, so that the small individual you are can't reach it.

"Is that what I think it is ? Did you fucking make out with some bitch and didn't tell me ?"

"Priscilla give that back and go back to work before someone fires you."

"No, no, no ! I want answers."

She emphasizes the 's'. Awesome. The last thing you want right now is to have a long conversation about the awkward breakfast date. If it even was a date.

"I didn't 'make out' with anybody. It just was a girl who was fucked up the other night at the gay bar and I took her home."

Priscilla lifts an eyebrow.

"And she left you her phone number ?"

"Well... I accidentally stole her passport so we met again at some coffee shop and talked. And she gave me her number."

"That's called a date bitch."

"No it's not !"

She smiles and climbs into your desk once again, planting her gaze right into yours.

"And who's the name of that charming drunk lady ?"

This time you're the one lifting your eyes up.

"Oh c'mon, that's real classy."

"Who is she ?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

You get up and pick up your laptop to actually get to work, and mostly to avoid Priscilla's look and questions. Why can't this girl respect privacy for fuck's sake ?

"Ohh c'mon baby..."

"You know I hate when you call me that. And I said I wouldn't talk about her."

"Why that ? Did it go that bad ?"

You violently turn back to face her.

"No ! I just don't wanna talk about this with you right now."

Priscilla takes a fake upset expression but can't keep it believable for mote than two seconds. What a downgrade after Angelina.

"Y/N. I'm the best person for you to talk about this. You know I've had more experience in this than all of your other friends reunited."

She got a point.

"Okay ! Okay ! But I'll tell you tonight, just come over. Right now, we. Need. To. Work. Let's go !"

She takes a weird pose of despair before finally leaving your office. You sit back on your chair and as your laptop is turning on, you pick up the piece of paper Angelina wrote her number on and nervously play with it.

Everything went really quick after she told you she was attracted to you. You didn't get to say a word, you got saved by the bell. Or more by Angelina's phone ringing. She apologized to you for leaving this quick but her filming sessions were rescheduled and she had to leave for China four hours from then. She'd left her number written on the bill and paid for the breakfast before you had time to disagree, and then she'd left, and you barely heard her say she'd had a very great time in your company. That was almost ten days ago and you hadn't contacted her, or heard from her. Guess you were just another bump on the road.

You'd thought about her quite a bit, thinking that that girl from the bar was right, that she probably is the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen, well fuck yeah she's hot. You do want to see or talk to her again, just to get to know her more, as interesting as she may sound, but you don't feel like calling. At all. Whatever. You're pretty sure she already forgot about you.

Your laptop finally turns on and you tell yourself you have to buy yourself another one. You start getting in your work to get Angelina out of your head. Easier said than done.

The day goes by and you pack up at 4:30, knowing that Priscilla always takes a break from 4:25 to 4:35 these days to flirt with the newest office recruit, and you know she's near the coffee machine which is in the opposite way from both your office and the exit, so you know you can go without her seeing you. You take your bag and leave the building.

Once you close your car door, you let out a big sigh of relief. You quickly put a few strands of hair behind your ears, taking a quick look at the rear view mirror, and grab your keys. You start the engine and at the exact moment you're about to leave, your phone starts ringing.

"Huh, Priscilla can't you wait..." you groan.

You sigh again before picking up anyways.

"Hey gorgeous."

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in case you didn't get it you're a video game designer but dw i'll say it more clearly later
also you get it's not priscilla on the phoneeeee
anyways
annyeong guys :'))
-lou~