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Ophelia returned my announcement from the stage, standing behind a podium, turning her head to me, giving me a slight thumbs up. I watched as the model wiggled her body, throwing her shoulders back and creating that runway look before sauntering out to the stage, just as the other model left. Ophelia gestured to the model and began to introduce the clothing. I took a step back and pulled my phone from my pocket.
I had a few notifications, which made me realize I hadn’t looked at my phone all day. After we’d eaten a quick breakfast and had packed up the car, we’d raced to the studio to help set up the stage and chairs, and then we’d helped the models get ready for their runs. Ophelia had put me in charge of getting the models changed and ready for their next run—which let’s be honest, was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I had been so caught up in the excitement of the day I had forgotten there may be other people who would want to contact me.
I stepped back farther, letting another assistant help the next model. All the notifications were from Milo.
My heart skipped a beat.
I’m on my way home…
I miss you…
I love you…
Just got back. My messy apartment feels empty without you in it.
Call when you can.
I stared at the last message that he sent two minutes ago. He was home.
I hit the small button on my headset.
“Hey, Phe. I need to go.” I stepped back into the side lines of the stage, knowing she had a few moments while one model walked.
She heard my voice and turned to look at me, narrowing her eyebrows slightly. Her gold hoop earrings sparked in the stage lighting, and her white dress flowed around her. She was in her element through and through, and I knew she would understand why I had to leave.
I knew everyone else was on this line, but I didn’t care.
“Milo’s home. I need to go talk to him.”
Her back straightened and her jaw dropped, but she quickly closed it, remaining professional as she was on the stage.
“I’ll bring him back here. I still have to see the final piece.”
Ophelia nodded her head so fast, her black curls bobbing with every movement. I flashed her a smile and yanked off my headset. I had another assistant come up behind me and take it from my hands.
“She seems excited to let you leave,” she grumbled.
“She knows the story. Hey, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I patted her on the shoulder, hearing her groan as I dashed past all the models, all the clothes and all the excitement that came with Ophelia’s show, dashing out the door to get to Milo as fast I could.
The lights were on in his apartment as I looked up from the street like a stalker. What was I going to say to him?
Hi, welcome back. Let’s talk about Seattle?
Hey, sexy. I missed you?
I love you more than anything in the world, and I’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth?
None of it seemed enough.
I knew in the back of my head that no matter what I said, he would wrap me in his arms, and we would figure it all out. That’s just what Milo did, but he needed to know everything that was going through my head. The only way I could think of doing this was to force myself out of the car, knock on his door, and tell him to listen to every word I had to say until I was finished. Then we would hug and kiss and go back to Ophelia’s show and live happily ever after.
I exhaled a quick breath and left my car, walking slowly up the stairs to Milo’s front door. I inhaled, running what I was going to say through my mind, and then I raised my fist and knocked.
The door opened quickly, and there he was. Wearing his gray sweatpants already with a white t-shirt, his blonde hair wet from a shower, and those blue eyes staring at me. The corner of his lips gave a small tug and every word that I had stashed in my brain got deleted, and I suddenly had no idea as to why I was here.
“Hi,” he said softly, making my knees shake.
“How…” I stumbled, “…was Seattle?”
