Meet Me in NYC

Upper East Side Party

It's been a week since the official move in, and it's safe to say I'm still pretty all over the place. Quince and I have easy stuff down considering getting the jobs and furniture for the apartment.

I had an interview at the bakery downstairs yesterday afternoon and have to hear if I actually got the job as a barista. Quincey already secured her spot as a teacher assistant at the academy on the other side of town.

I walk over to my desk checking my phone to see if I have any updates from Sally. Nothing yet. My eyes glance at the drawing of Timothée. I turn the paper to see what he wrote last time.

"Thanks for letting me ur muse for the afternoon, would love to do it again,
                    Timothée Chalamet - (xxx) xxx- xxx

Timothée left me his number?! I take the paper and turn my phone on. I type his number onto the screen and attempt my first text.

Y/N: hey, just found ur number on the back of the drawing. Real smooth.

I look up from my phone and sigh looking at my blank ceiling. My phone suddenly makes a ping.

Timothée: Hi, I can't believe it took u that long to figure that out. and yes I am.

I quickly type out my response while I have his attention considering he's a top celebrity who most likely doesn't make too much time in his day for "potential" baristas.

Y/N: Too be fair I haven't looked at the drawing since I left the cafe!

Timothée: You sure it wasn't hung up behind ur bed in a frame?

I laugh and shake my head at his bold response

Y/N: okay now don't get too cocky there bud <3

Timothée: Haha, well there's this party after this gallery opening of a friend of mine on the upper east of Manhattan tonight. I was wondering I you would like to come with me? That way I could introduce you to people and you get more familiar with the scene.

Did he just invite me to be his date to an afterparty on the upper east side?!? And also introduce moi to meet all his close friends tonight?!? I could have died right then and there. I needed to go. Especially since I haven't really met any new people other than Jasmine, Sally, and our landlord Martîn. I fervently type out a response.

Y/N: I would honestly like nothing more. Lol I haven't had much luck meeting many people in this gigantic city.

Timothée: Okay, its a pretty casual party so nothing too crazy. Im so stoked you can make it. I'll be by at about 7:30 to pick u up if that works for u?

Y/N: Yeah sure, and thx for the invite! my address is 173 Ludlow St, New York, NY 10002

Timothée: Np, I'll see you then

I put down my phone. I have to be ready in 6 hours to go to a party with Timothée fucking Chalamet as my freaking date. That's definitely not enough time. Will his friends like me? What if they think im a loser and unsuccessful, since they must have much more interesting lives.

Okay, I have quite the full schedule now since he invited me to the event. My computer pinged and It brought up an email notification

"Happy to inform you, you have got the job! Let me know which day you can start at the café. Sincerely, Sally"

This day has been suspiciously amazing so I couldn't help but feel cautious.

I scroll on my phone through my social media while Quince and I eat our french toast. Mine with the classic strawberries and her's with maple syrup.