Serena
I run through the bustling streets silently praying that I won't be too late for my early morning coffee. I have to get there before it's already filled with people, and I don't want my morning to start so people-ly.
As early as it is, cars are already blaring their horns cursing at the vehicles in front of them. Children brush past me walking towards school, or wherever they are heading to. Some people seem quite composed, walking gently on the pavement, looking really good in well ironed corporate clothes.
The sun casts it's warm wings over the tall buildings, which radiate its rays to the ground. Some of its rays hit my face very rudely.
I seem to be the only creature out of place.
It's seven-thirty AM by the way, and I have to resume my internship at eight AM!
"You have thirty minutes, young lady, make use of it properly."
I am already panting so hard, I can feel my throat burning as if I had just set it on fire.
This is such a bad way to start the week. Ugh.
The coffee shop is just a few meters away from me now.
Thank God!
Increasing my pace, I run up the front porch, and into the shop, breezing in like a goddamn criminal hiding from the cops.
"I want a large cup of caramel macchiato, extra caramel, extra milk, please! Be quick too!" I gasp, firing my order at the counter.
I look at my watch, seven-thirty five AM– you're so dead Serena.
"Please hurry up," I almost tell at the barista but hold my peace.
"Here you go ma'am," she hands it over to me with a small nervous smile.
"Thank you very much," I grab the cup from her, and dash outside the shop again.
The company I'm supposed to resume my internship is about forty five minutes away which would cost me up to forty dollars–
"Shoot, I have got twenty minutes left!" I cry, increasing my pace.
At this rate, I will end up spilling my much beloved coffee all over myself.
I have only one seventy dollars left in my back account, taking out forty would definitely kill me before I resume my internship. Gosh, I'm just a broke student who wants her marks!
I have to run half of the distance so the cost won't be so bulky.
In the heat of my panic, I enter a park which is kind of a shortcut.
Right there in the middle of the walkway, there's a lady posing for a camera, looking all bimbo-ey.
Ugh, at Monday morning, Seven- forty four AM? What kind of trap set by the devil is this?!
At the other side of the walkway is the camera team, and some other extras.. I guess?
"Lady move! This is not the time to start shooting a god-damned movie!" I let out my frustration, yelling at her.
She appears startled, whipping her head in my direction.
"Excuse me? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" She grimaces, then looks back at the camera.
I'm still running like a thief being chased by the police not planning to slow down anytime soon.
"I'm warning you! You have to move!" I'm just a few inches away from her now. If I did run into her, she would have a bad fall, and ruin her pretty fake face.
"Ma'am we're in the middle of–"
Too late.
I run directly into her, knocking her to the side, "I already told you to get out of the damned walkway fake ass!" I sneer over my shoulder quickly before turning to look where I'm running to.
I'm not sure I run more than a minute before a strong arm grabs my hand fiercely.
"What is the meaning of this young lady?" A velvety voice snaps me out of my panic, making my knees go weak.
The hand spins me around making me face a completely new guy I didn't see when running past.
This is over six feet of perfectly sculpted flesh in a well tailored suit.
My eyes immediately fly to his face taking in his features. He has the nicest emerald green eyes I have ever seen– I haven't even seen a green eyed creature before!
Thick sandy-brown hair.
High cheekbones, a perfect nose, and heavy, bottom pink lips that look like strawberry juice. His neatly shaved face is sending me over the moon.
Okay.. okay.. I think he lost his way from heaven.
A Greek god.
No, we're in modern times, a male model.. right?
"What is wrong with you?" He arches his brow, one higher than the other, giving the sexiest, cockiest expression ever.
'You've got a freaking internship job in fifteen minutes you moron!'
I audibly gasp, trying to swirl around to get away from him.
"Stop, let me go! I have somewhere to get to!" I pull away hard as I can, but his grip only tightens.
"You think you can just push my model away, and just get away with it? Excuse you?"
I give him a sneer, "Your 'model' was in the middle of a public walkway you grumpy old ass man."
"You already commit one crime, and this sharp mouth of yours wants to commit another?" His velvety voice pools at the base of my stomach, making me shiver involuntarily.
"Crime? For walking on a public property?" I shake my head, the urge to laugh mockingly is overpowering.
He just narrows his eyes, probably at loss of words.
"I would not want to argue with you. You are going to apologize to that nice lady over there."
I give him the best grimace I can muster, "Apologize? Did I warn her or no?" I blink at him, popping my eyes out for more sense to knock in that big head of his.
He clenches his jaw, his grip tightening on my hand, "I'm warning you young lady. Do the needful, and don't waste my time," he says through gritted teeth.
I cringe at his display of anger.
What's he trying to become? Those grumpy CEO's I usually read about? Meh, this is lame.
I make the mistake of looking at my wristwatch. Bam!
Seven-fifty AM.
Damn I'm ruined!
This man's grip is something else on my hand, and he won't let me go if I don't do something quick.
Then I act fast– without thinking.
Splooshhh!
I do it. I throw my nine dollar latte on his suit.