Like the first time I saw you

Chapter 11

Hero's POV:
I wake up at 10 am even though I would like to sleep till tonight. I reach the kitchen of the hotel room and have breakfast really quick. I am particularly happy today, but it kinda worries me that Josephine is practically able to handle my emotions.

Meeting her two times was enough to forget about all the pain I've felt in these past nine months. Because, despite everything, I can never forget the memories that I share with her, the most beautiful memories.

My phone rings and of course, I hasten to respond thinking that Josephine called to me.

I feel like a dumbass.

It's My Agent. I answer the call, disappointed.
"Goodmorning Hero. How are you doing?" he mumbles.
"Goodmorning, I'm doing good. Any news?"
"I just wanted to check if you're okay and tell you that you have to go to London for 2 days next week, you have an audition for a thriller movie. Then you'll go back to LA. You must read the script, it's also really interesting."
"Yeah, sure, thank you."
"No problem. Bye."
"Bye." I hang up the phone and see 3 messages
from Josephine. I can't help but smile.

Goodmorning.

I don't wanna call u bc it's 8 am but if you tell me your address i'll go there and then we'll go somewhere together...

Just if you want to...you can tell me if you don't want to or if you can't, please let me know if you don't agree or you don't want to...shit, I'm talking too much, well, just let me know, okay? bye x

I'm laughing thinking about her, writing frustrated and worried about what I would've said.
I hasten to respond to appease her anxiety. I text her my address and a "See you at 12 pm, bye x."

I get ready, wearing a black jeans, a black high-neck sweater and a beige coat. Although I'm going out with a "friend" I would like to make a good impression.

Who knows what she will wear...How she will wear her blond hair, if she highlights those sweet blue-gray eyes with a bit of mascara. I can't wait to see her. I'm really going out with Josephine again, as friends, but it's happening again.

It's 12 pm and the phone rings. It's Jo.

I'm at the entrance of the hotel.

I take my stuff and rush in the elevator.
Fuck, it's so slow.
As soon as the doors open I see her through the hotel door. I reach her immediately.
"Hi." I say and study her. The long wavy hair falls back on her shoulders. She wears a black coat over a blue jeans and a red sweater. She seems higher because of those black heels.
"Hi. Do you have any idea where to go?"
A memory comes in my mind like a flash.
"Yeah, I think I have an idea. Do you trust me?" I say smiling.
"Mmh, I think so." She doesn't seem doubtful. Jo knows she can trust me even despite time.
"Okay, let's go then."

She smiles, and that makes me the happiest person in the world.