The next morning I was once again struck with his face as I opened my windows. I haven't slept all night and am incredibly jetlagged. Today I have little plans, I'm going to meet my co-actors and probably after I wander around London.
I called Trevor as soon as I could. To my shock he called me 46 times, to make it worse, I slept through all of them.
"Trev I'm so, so, so, sorry. Yesterday I just-" I started talking in frustration, I know how worried he is.
"When you get your ass back here I'm gonna kick it so hard." He said and I could hear the trouble he was having with holding his laugh in. But sadly we both knew that I'll really have my ass kicked.
"I know, I know."
"So have you met them yet?" He suddenly talked as if we hadn't fighted just now.
"Not yet. I'm meeting them around," I glanced at my watch "49 minutes." I finished my sentence.
"I'm praying for you that the male lead is insanely cute." He said through the other line. We giggled at his statement.
"We both know that you are praying that he's cute and gay for you." I said. He laughed at my answer.
After a half an hour of talking, I almost realised I would be too late. I needed to travel by subway because I chose the least expensive hotel which was the furthest located from the meeting place. After a week I will still be moving with the cast to the main location.
Who knew that the subway could be this chaotic? I am standing in the metro while other people are pressed against me. I feel someone's breath on my neck which makes me wanna hit the person. I don't think I've ever regretted wearing a dress more.
I'm used to the warm weathers in Australia, and because I'm stupid I thought it would be warm here, but it's autumn here and it's raining everywhere and the cold weather makes my teeth clatter.
When I finally arrived at the cafe that was just rented for our cast, I was surprisingly five minutes earlier. There was a black Range Rover parked in front of the cafe, which took me by surprise. I'm kind of interested in cars, and this one is the newest model, it's a very rare car. It's probably fake.
I enter the cafe and as I shake the water of my umbrella the lights suddenly turn on and when I turn around I see a young man smiling at me.
"Hi there! You are probably one of the cast members." He said to me, I gave a nod. I'm not very talkative, I'm socially awkward as they say nowadays.
"One has already arrived. He just went to the bathroom. He'll be right back." He continued, I smiled at him. His eyes scanned my dress over.
"Aren't you cold?"
"A bit." I said. He pointed at a table where blankets were piled up, I nodded him a thanks and walked towards the blankets, picked one up and wrapped it around my shoulders.
"Would you like some chamomile tea?" The boy asked, I nodded at him a thousand times. As he started making the tea I sat down at the bar and scanned my eyes over the cosy place.
"Here." He handed me the cup and I warmed my frozen fingers with it.
"Thank you."
“I’m Paul.” I nodded at him. I wasn’t sure if I should tell him my name.
"So if I may ask, and I hope this doesn't sound rude, who are you?" He said to me, I smiled at his words. As I almost wanted to say Esther, I remembered that I will have to use my old name again. I changed my name as soon as I got to Australia because I didn't want my history to be involved with anything. But now, I'm back.
"Pandora Lister." I said proudly. His mouth opened and suddenly we heard a cloth fall to the ground. As I turned to look at what the sound was, I saw him, I saw Vincent. He looked flabbergasted and stared at me. I stared at him, he looked so familiar, probably because of his poster hanging outside my window.
"Oh shit, right, I'll leave you to it." Paul said in realisation and left us.
He kept staring at me, at my eyes, his eyes didn't wander around my body or any other part of my face. I kept staring at his eyes at the one then the other. What were the chances?
12 years ago
“This will be your apartment, number…” She searched through her documents, “...208. Vincent will stay in room 209.” I nodded at the woman. “If there are any questions I will hear from you.” She smiled and walked away.
It feels strange to be so far away from home, it feels unreal, scary and seems like an impulsive decision that I’ve made. I know no one in England, yet it will be my home for the next 6 months. My parents told me that this would do good for me, acting, socialising, so why do I feel so not good?
“I’m Vincent Dayholt, I’m acting here, this is the address that I received.” I heard the voice from afar. The name makes my heart jump. I know that my co-actor is Vincent Dayholt, I don’t know anything about him, but I still will have to act like I do in a few weeks. I try to open the door with the key that I just received. It doesn’t open, why doesn’t it open?
“Why are you trying to open my door?” I hear a deep voice behind me. I jump and drop the key on the ground. As I turned around to pick it up, the male also did. Our heads bumped and I just wanted the world to swallow me. I looked up into his eyes and god. He looks too good to be true. His eyes look annoyed at mine and I blink a few times to bring me back to reality. This is the same man that was standing by the reception.
We stand up and I look at the number of the door I was trying to open and, 209.
“I’m sorry, I thought it was mine.” I walked towards my door. He watched me intently and never let his gaze leave me. He ignored my statement and just waited till I was standing in front of the right door.
“Who are you?” He unexpectedly asked me. I turned towards him and studied his facial expressions for a moment. He’s one of those, the ones who look cute but have a horrible personality and are incredibly rude. I hate him already.
“Pandora, Pandora Lister.” I said before I unlocked the lock and walked into the unfamiliar space. I scan the place and see a door connecting these two chambers. Seriously? I can’t have a connecting chamber with that man. At the same thought the door opened and the horrendous man had already walked into my room.
“Are you serious?” He muttered in a low tone. I know how he feels because this fucking sucks. I don’t want a man, of all people, who could walk into my space and do god knows what. I’m getting irritated by the simple thought.
“I’m going to ask for a new room.” He mumbled as he walked out through the connecting door. I will be glad if he gets a new room far away from mine.
I start to pack my things out and arrange all my clothing and stuff in the suitable places. I’m quite satisfied with the room, except for the door, it has a lot of space and out of the window you immediately look into the heart of London. The bathroom is also huge and the marmer floors make it all luxurious.
I heard a knock from the front door. I laid down my pyjamas on the bed and walked towards the door. And there he stood, the child of the devil itself. Now that I stood in front of him, I noticed our length difference. I look twice his size and my neck is starting to hurt from holding onto his gaze.
“There is no other room available, but I do have a key that will lock it,” I look at the key that he’s holding in his hand to make sure he isn’t lying. “I’ll give it to you.” I’m surprised by his words. Does he trust me with this key? I was already thinking of arguments on how to win this fight.
“Why?”
“First of all, I don’t want that responsibility.” Responsibility? Of what? “Second, I won’t use it anyways.”
“And you think I will?” I cocked my head.
“I don’t know, just keep it.” He said his final word and walked back towards his room until he suddenly stopped. I turned towards him and I’m not sure what the hell he’s doing.
“Which character do you play?” He said as his tongue poked the side of his cheek. He patiently waited for my answer.
“Ruby.”