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Recipe for Happiness
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The sunlight stung his eyes even before he had opened them. But when he did, the room was so beautifully lit he felt awake instantly. His thoughts were, however, already some-place else. Would she show up today? And if she did, what would he do? Surely, if he truly wanted to get to know her, he couldn’t tell her who he was. How many times had he not told a girl he liked who he was, for then only to be used as a walking personal bank account? No; He would have to keep lying, or well – he wasn’t truly lying. She had just mistaken him, too, as a waiter. But how would he disguise himself today? He was the editor in chief of the magazine he had just told her to model for. Or, try out for. He couldn’t just walk in and attempt to be someone else. Then, he realized;
She had his phone number…
His stomach did a flip, and he threw the covers aside and got out of bed. Walking quickly across the large room, to the bathroom connected with it – he turned on the warm water and stepped inside the shower.
This was one of the times he was happy he slept most of the times naked, and thus made it easier to do things that acquired no clothing without making a fuzz about it.
As soon as the thought finished, Adrien realized how terribly wrong it sounded. In his head. Had he grown insane over night? Resting his head against the cold tiles of the shower, he sighed. By the time he would gather up his mind enough to actually turn up at the office, it would probably be Christmas.
His phone rang.
Still frustrated, naked and restless – he finished his shower just to hear a heavenly voice echo in his room.
... “Mr. Choi? This is Anastasia Forlane, Someone tipped me about a job at your magaz-“
He pulled the cord to his answer machine out, and with his back against the wall, he slid down and hid his face in his hands.
The time read 8:30, and he should’ve been at the office 2 hours ago.
Walking into his closet, he quickly found something to wear. He stopped by his shirts, and found the shirt from last night neatly folded, probably dry cleaned as well, amongst his other shirts. He quickly settled for a blue half-sleeved shirt, a pair of black jeans and a black blazer. On his wrists, leather straps and for a change, he decided to wear converse. As he quickly checked his reflection, he noticed how… normal he looked. He could pass it off – being normal.
His eyes darted to his nightstand, where his camera stood. It was as if a light-bulb lit above his head – and his heartbeat slowed down, and he let out a sigh of relief.
A smile spread on his face as he picked up his phone
“Kim-sshi? Bring out the car”
**
“Choi-sshi, a woman called your office” the front desk told me as I stepped inside the office
“Anastasia Forlane?” I asked, casually – as I looked at my schedule for the day
“Yes, Sir”
“When is she coming in to do her test-shots?”
“Any minute, Sir”
“Have them know I’ll be today's photographer, and please do not address me formally today, Go Jaeun-sshi, I’m not Choi Sun Ho today”
“Then, Sir, May I ask who you are?”
“Adrien”
She had his phone number…
His stomach did a flip, and he threw the covers aside and got out of bed. Walking quickly across the large room, to the bathroom connected with it – he turned on the warm water and stepped inside the shower.
This was one of the times he was happy he slept most of the times naked, and thus made it easier to do things that acquired no clothing without making a fuzz about it.
As soon as the thought finished, Adrien realized how terribly wrong it sounded. In his head. Had he grown insane over night? Resting his head against the cold tiles of the shower, he sighed. By the time he would gather up his mind enough to actually turn up at the office, it would probably be Christmas.
His phone rang.
Still frustrated, naked and restless – he finished his shower just to hear a heavenly voice echo in his room.
... “Mr. Choi? This is Anastasia Forlane, Someone tipped me about a job at your magaz-“
He pulled the cord to his answer machine out, and with his back against the wall, he slid down and hid his face in his hands.
The time read 8:30, and he should’ve been at the office 2 hours ago.
Walking into his closet, he quickly found something to wear. He stopped by his shirts, and found the shirt from last night neatly folded, probably dry cleaned as well, amongst his other shirts. He quickly settled for a blue half-sleeved shirt, a pair of black jeans and a black blazer. On his wrists, leather straps and for a change, he decided to wear converse. As he quickly checked his reflection, he noticed how… normal he looked. He could pass it off – being normal.
His eyes darted to his nightstand, where his camera stood. It was as if a light-bulb lit above his head – and his heartbeat slowed down, and he let out a sigh of relief.
A smile spread on his face as he picked up his phone
“Kim-sshi? Bring out the car”
**
“Choi-sshi, a woman called your office” the front desk told me as I stepped inside the office
“Anastasia Forlane?” I asked, casually – as I looked at my schedule for the day
“Yes, Sir”
“When is she coming in to do her test-shots?”
“Any minute, Sir”
“Have them know I’ll be today's photographer, and please do not address me formally today, Go Jaeun-sshi, I’m not Choi Sun Ho today”
“Then, Sir, May I ask who you are?”
“Adrien”
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