It was a chilly Fall Monday morning, as I wake up in my apartment. I was sitting in my living room staring out my huge window that over looked the city of Manhattan, I was enjoying a warm cup of hot chocolate.
Thinking of my life and how far I've come from Freeport, Maine to New York City, I mean I'm a well known fashion designer for my company called Leisure.
My company makes fancy dresses and suits for Hollywood celebs and rich clients for special events, like the Oscars and city dinner parties/functions alike.
Though I've made success in my life, I can't help but feel like I'm missing something was missing from my life. My co-workers and my friends think I need love in my life or to at least to get laid, but it's not as easy as you think.
I mean sure I could just find a guy and do the whole friends with benefits thing, but I just want find someone to love me, it's kind of hard when your friends send you on blind date after blind date, hoping the guy would stick and make me happy.
But the only person who knew how I felt was my best friend Clara Branson, we met on my internship at Prada design studios, I have told her about Andy and how it hurt to not forgive him or hear him out 12 years ago.
I mean hell she was the one who suggested that, I go find him and see if we could work things out, that is if he wasn't married or anything. But my fear of him not wanting to see me, got the best of me and I kept brushing it off.
But now here I am sitting here in my huge apartment, lonely and wanting something beside my work to make me feel loved and happy. Once I finish hot chocolate, I place the cup into the sink and I make my way to my bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the work day, I get done with my shower in 20 minutes then I walk over to my closet and pick out my outfit.
I choose my favorite wine colored skirted suit with ruffles going down the front of the jacket with silk white shirt, and my knee high black boots with stockings since it was chilly.
Once I was dressed, I styled my hair in a nice slightly curled style that hung on the right shoulder, I grabbed my black boots to put on then, put some light makeup on my face just some eyeliner, mascara, and deep red lipstick.
I grab my briefcase and purse next to my bed, and make my way for the front door so I can get to a doughnuts and coffee for today's meeting. Today was deciding the fall line that would be showcased in France, for the fashion show in November.
Also knowing I got to go to France to see my work going down the runway, is an accomplishment to me. As I make my way to my car that was waiting for me, I grab my long black trench coat.
Just in case it got colder later on this evening, I take the elevator down to the ground floor. Once the elevator dings on the bottom floor, I step out and head forward My mailbox to check it real quick before getting into my car.
I greet my doorman, Kenneth and my driver Thomas and hope into the back seat. My driver shuts my door and starts the car and drives down 1st Avenue, and turns down Dekalb Avenue between Cumberland and Carlton to look for a coffee and doughnut shop to buy from.
I tell my driver Thomas to stop the car, at a medium sized two story coffee shop, it had giant open windows over looking the dog park and the other shops around the street.
I step out and ask Thomas if he would like anything from the shop, he just asks for a black coffee but I always get him a glazed doughnut as those are his favorite. I walk into the shop, and I see and area where long black coffee table in between two black leather sofas.
The table had a neat stack of books and magazines, the walls of the place were painted with a mural of New York City, in both the day and night time. It was beautiful, the display case was filled with all types of different pastries and bread, I was looking at the eclairs and doughnuts.
When I saw a man in his early thirties come from one of the door to I guess where the ovens were. He was carrying a fresh tray of eclairs and doughnuts to half empty case on the left of him, he had his long brown hair in a pony tail, and under his apron he was wearing a forest green and black plaid shirt, with blue jeans.
He had a five o'clock shadow showing, and I could swore to me he looked familiar to me. But I just couldn't place him, when he saw me looking at the case he place the now empty tray on on the back counters.
He grabs a towel to wipe his hands off, he then asks me,
"Hello, welcome to The Pastry Corner. How can I help you, today?"
As I look up from the case, I see his green eyes stare at me as he waited for my order, once I see those eyes I knew, at that moment that I did recognize him from Maine but I just wasn't sure.
I tell him trying not to sound embarrassed for staring at the man,
"Umm... Yes I need a dozen doughnut, doesn't matter what kind of doughnuts. I also need 7 coffees to go, three of those coffees are to be black and the other four with cream and sugar, please and thank you."
He smiles brightly at me and says,
"Coming right up."
And gets to work filling my order, while I waited I tipped him five buck in the top hat that was on the counter next to the register. When he brought my order to me, I just had to know why I knew him, so I thanked him and asked,
"Thank you for my doughnuts and coffees, and I couldn't help but notice. That you look familiar, did you happen to go to Freeport High School in Maine?"
I see him brighten up when I asked him that question, and he tells me,
"Your welcome, and yes I did my name is Andy Langley and you wouldn't happen to be Jessica Standford, would you?"
I was surprised see Andy again, and he looked well and handsome as ever. I slightly glanced at his right hand that was on the counter and say no wedding ring. So he could still be single, we caught up with what we have been doing.
I learned that he was a pastry chef and owns this bakery, I knew he would do something like this or be working in a fancy restaurant. I told him about my fashion company, and then I heard him ask me out for coffee.
As much I felt like saying no cause, I just wasn't ready. I remembered what Clara said about forgiving him and maybe working things out, so I told him I would love to. He smiles and I pull a piece of scrap paper from my purse and gave him my office number and told him to call me, so we can talk details.
He nods and I smile and tell him goodbye, as I walk back to the car. I feel a sense of happiness at seeing him again, cause I always wondered what happen to him after the night we broke up. And besides it would be great to catch up and maybe have a friendship again, I hand Thomas his doughnut and coffee.
I drink mine, and couldn't wait to get to work and tell Clara about my morning.