I hate slow walkers so when I found myself stuck behind two of them on a narrow path, I was not impressed.

It was Monday morning and I was five minutes away from being late to work, again. However, this time, it was for real. I was actually going to be late. My patience was wearing thinner with every half-step I took. "This is going to drive me insane!" I muttered under my breath. Why can't people just walk faster?

Everyone was doing as the same as me: rushing to work, so the streets were packed full of people eagerly trying to get to wherever they were going. 

As I decided to weave in and out of the people on my right, I bumped into something hard.

I staggered backwards as the 7th person I had bumped into came to a halt. I felt someone's hands reach for my waist, stopping me from falling any further. I quickly took their hands off me.

I mentally curse at my past self for staying up too late looking for new a roommate last night with Syd, therefore forgetting to set an alarm. Usually, I am quite good with waking up on time, my body just somehow knows what time it is and wakes up, add sleep deprivation to that however, and it throws everything off.

I kept my eyes trained on the black high heels I fully regretted wearing. They were the most uncomfortable pair of shoes ever known to man, but I was in a rush so just grabbed whatever was closest.

Feeling a killer headache crawl up the back of my head, I tried to avoid any confrontation. Not wanting an argument, I muttered a quick "Sorry!" to whoever I had just walked straight into and carried on speed walking.

I quickly ran into the nearest coffee shop and ordered my boss her morning coffee and myself a bottle of water. I know her order like the back of my hand: coffee, two sugars, milk and one pump of caramel syrup. She says the syrup adds a level of sweetness to it, I disagree. No matter how much sugar or sweetener you add, coffee will always have that disgusting bitterness to it.

I paid on the card my boss Sarah gave me and go up to the closest available booth. I placed our drinks and my bag on the table and began rummaging around my bag, desperately trying to find some pain killers. I find a pack in the bottom of my bag. There were two left. Hallelujah!

Unscrewing the lid of my water I put the two pills into my mouth, knocking them to the back before taking a swig of water and swallowing them. I never used to be able to swallow pills so I would chew them. The taste was awful but desperate times call for desperate measures. It took me years to finally be able to take them, but I soon learnt after having extreme hangovers. A really bad headache is a hangover's best friend.

I picked up the drinks and my bag and carried on walking. Luckily for me, Sarah's office was just around the corner and if by office you mean 'a really expensive skyline penthouse that my boss lives in' then yeah, that was where I was going.

I entered the building and showed the security guard my ID card, something I have been doing for over a year and a half now so you'd think he would know who I am, but apparently not. I entered the elevator and pressed the button that took me all the way to the top. 

With no one else present on the floor, I entered my key and walked through the door.

I closed the door behind me and instantly felt something bound into my legs. It was Sarah's adorable Labrador Retriever. She was black with a white stripe that started at her chin and ended at her right back foot. She's a puppy with a substantial amount of energy and a loving nature.

Seeing Luna laying on her back I quickly stroked her belly before walking up the stairs, briefly knocking and entering Sarah's office.

I gave Sarah her coffee to which she sent me a polite smile.

"Everything you need to do today has been sent to you via email. Once you have finished you can go home. Thanks!" I nodded in reply and exited the room.

Working as Sarah's PA definitely has its perks.

I walked into my office and walked towards the window that stretches widely from ceiling to floor. The high-end glass is so clear it makes the world appear as if it is a high definition screen at a theatre. Birds travel past, the wind making their feathers appear ruffled before they swoop down, ready to catch their meal. Those ant-like people and their issues seem miniscule from the great height I am above, the city below so far away it's almost unrecognisable.

Previously when I have asked Sarah about having me work at her house with her, she said it had something to do with being able to think better at home. I know what she means especially with views like this.

After organising many events and parties, I was finally finished. I looked at the time on the bottom of the computer screen. 4:29pm. I finished early. I went to Sarah and asked if she needed anything else doing and then walked home.

Recently, I have been walking to work and trying to call it exercise. I'm not exactly unfit but I could be healthier.

Taking a slow walk home, I enjoyed the sound of people all around me. To my left I saw a young couple arguing, probably about something petty, in front of me there was a group of young girls all around the ages of 7 and 8. They all looked way too young to be walking around by themselves and that was proven when I saw one of them talking to someone I presumed to be their Mother. 

I saw all the other girls walking ahead, laughing about something whilst the taller brunette walked a few paces behind. She tried to involve herself in the conversation they were all having but eventually gave up after being ignored multiple times and went back to walking behind. The young girl looked down for a brief moment before looking up, looking directly at me and smiled. I noticed the tears she was holding back as she smiled at me like everything was okay. I felt my heart drop at the sight, knowing that feeling all too well. Just because I've always been outgoing that doesn't mean people automatically like you.

On my right there was an older couple that looked like they had been together for years. They were sitting on a bench eating ice cream, laughing at something. I'm sure they have had their fair share of problems but that only made their bond stronger.

That is what I want. To find someone that will fight for me as much as I do for them. It doesn't have to be perfect since nothing really is but that unbreakable bond is what I want in life. I sighed, feeling happy. I realised how far I have come but yet how much more there was to know and I was... excited.

Once I got home, I took off the horrible shoes I had been wearing and put my bag down when my phone flashed. A call from an unknown number. Who could that be?

I answered the call, putting the phone to my ear.

"You might want to watch where you are going more often, Ivy."

"Sorry, who is this?" I asked and wondered why I recognised his voice.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes I would since you have my number and all," I said, irritated at the level of arrogance that was said at.

"You really don't have any clue, do you?" I could practically hear the guy smirking through the phone.

"No, I don't just tell m- wait. What do you mean 'watch where you are going'?" I huffed getting frustrated. "I don't want to play games."

"I'm not playing games with you, princess," I rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname, "and anyway, you should actually take my advice. You have walked into me two times now. Not that I'm complaining."

I cleared my throat before continuing the conversation. "I've had a headache all day and I'm getting pissed off now so just tell me."

I heard a slight chuckle from the other end of the phone before hearing a reply. "There's no need to get stressed, Ivy. Just remember that you owe me a shirt."

Everything clicked into place when I heard that last part. It was milkshake guy. The guy I accidently bumped into and knocked my chocolate milkshake over the other day. Twice? I have only seen him once before in my life. 

"First of all, I owe you nothing. I said it was a mistake and apologised, end of. Secondly, the first and only time I have ever seen you was at the diner so how could I have walked into you more than once, dumbass? Lastly, how did you get my number and how do you know my name?" Was he stalking me?

"Just think about it. Come on Ivy, I know you're not stupid," he said, completely unfazed by the amount of attitude I was giving him.

I heard shuffling in the background before I realised. "It was Sydney, wasn't it?" The conversation that I had with her on Saturday came flooding back. "The napkin," I sighed, feeling disappointed with myself for being so oblivious.

"What do you mean?"

I sat down on my bed, leaning back on my headboard and curled my legs round to my left side. "You see, I thought Sydney was writing down our address on the napkin, but it must have been my number and name," I explained finally piecing it all together. She is so not getting away with this.

"You're spot on, sweetheart. So that's her name? Sydney."

"Yup and stop with the names, I'm not anything to you." There was a slight pause before I asked, "Anyway, what's your name? Cause I'm pretty sure it's not 'Milkshake Guy"

A chuckle sounded from the other end of the phone, "Jace. Jace Black." A smile crept on my face when he said this.

"Ivy. Ivy Smith."

Not long after, I ended the call and saved his number to my phone: Milkshake guy (Jace).

I got ready for bed and decided I'll lecture Syd about the well-known phrase 'stranger danger' tomorrow. 

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