Wrong Number (or not) by Emma Quinn

Author:Emma Quinn [Quinn, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Emma Quinn
Published: 2020-04-22T05:00:00+00:00

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Dianna

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here was extra pep in my step that morning as I skipped out into Pelican Media’s parking lot to help load up the company van. Stephen and a few other crew members were busy moving heavy lighting equipment, along with a couple of hard silver suitcases that contained my camera’s more expensive lenses. I even had the drone Nathan gifted to me yesterday tucked into the backseat. It’d probably come in handy. Maybe I could take a few aerial shots of the Monteverde warehouse to give a couple of B-roll options for Rachel to choose from for the final magazine spread.

It wasn’t everyday that I got the chance to work on a corporate piece. I was so used to working with bitchy models and whiny celebrities that I found the whole thing refreshing. We hadn’t even started yet, and I always already brimming with creative ideas. My mind was clear, inspiration taking hold of my brain. My finger was practically itching to press the trigger button and we weren’t even at the location yet.

I sat in the passenger seat of the van while Stephen took the wheel. As we pulled out of the company parking lot, I happened to notice him take a couple of sideways glances at me.

“Something on my face?” I asked, amused.

“You, uh… You look nice today.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. Different. Did you… Did you do something to your hair or something?”

I shook my head. “No. Nothing different.”

“Uh, um… Okay, then.”

I turned slightly in my seat to get a good look at him. Stephen had dressed up a bit today. Instead of his regular graphic t-shirt and distressed jeans, he was in a white button-down shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He was still wearing the same rundown sneakers, though, which kind of threw the whole ensemble off. His long hair wasn’t greasy for a change, pulled up into a respectable ponytail behind his head. If I squinted hard enough, I could see the small cuts he’d sustained on his cheeks and chin from where he attempted to shave. His wiry beard certainly seemed more tame than usual.

“Look at you, all snazzy,” I said. “You got a hot date tonight or something?”

Stephen gripped at the steering wheel, his forearms flexing. “N-no. No, I just wanted to… Try something new, I guess.”

I nodded in support. “Well, good on you.”

“D-do you think I look okay?”

I smiled at him. I was glad to Stephen was trying to take better care of himself. If he needed a little extra encouragement, I could definitely give him that.

“You look great,” I replied honestly.

Stephen broke out into a toothy smile, the tips of his cheeks burning red.

Aww, he’s so shy.

The Monteverde warehouse was located roughly an hour and a half outside of Los Angeles, but there were several distribution centers within the city to make things even more convenient for their shoppers. This main warehouse, however, was apparently where the majority of product fulfillment was taken care of. It was a central hub for orders being sent internationally, which might have explained why things were so busy here.

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