Today was the day. It was a stormy, gray morning in New York City; I knew this because I had been roughly awoken by the sporadic bursts of thunder and lightning flashes outside of my hotel room window-and not by my alarm clock which should have done the job nearly two hours before.

The undeniably stressful start to my day only added to the butterflies as I was forced to rush through my morning routine, leaving me with hardly enough time to pin my hippopotamus brooch onto my sharp, dusty black blazer. One last look at myself in the mirror as I left the room told me that I was far from ready. My hair was untidily parted too far towards the left with some strands here and there refusing to remain under the control of the gel behind my right ear. The black silk tie I had so carefully picked out the week before now betrayed me as I noticed that a single thread had escaped, only adding to my unkempt appearance. The truth was, I was on the verge of a breakdown; definitely not ideal on the morning of my long anticipated interview with Vogue.

"Just breathe," I encouraged myself as I slipped into an elevator. Pleased to find myself alone, I let out a sigh which quickly turned into a silent groan as a frantic voice around the corner called out "hold the door!" The last thing I needed right now was some tourist guilting me into small talk. However, I reluctantly pushed the hold door button and only seconds later a boy rushed in. He seemed to be about the same age as me, maybe a year younger. His hair was dark and I found myself instantly enticed by the curly, disheveled mop atop his head. He was clutching a guitar case to his chest, as he tried to regain his composure after having sprinted down the hall. Clearly, he was late for something. He looked at me then, and I was immediately taken aback by the sheer loveliness of his eyes. His strikingly hazel orbs were sprinkled with dazzling flecks of amber and rimmed with layers of long, dark lashes, accentuating the purity of what lay beneath them. Most enthralling of all however, were his eyebrows. Almost triangular, their one of a kind shape radiated masculinity and confidence.

I inhaled sharply as I suddenly came to my senses and noticed him eyeing me with a similar intensity. I couldn't have been gazing at him for that long, right?

"Thanks a lot." He huffed.

"No problem," I replied, still perplexed by the presence of this boy I had exchanged all of five words with. "What floor?"

"Same as you" he answered, after a quick glance towards the buttons told him that the elevator was already destined for the lobby.

Suddenly, the lights above me began to flicker. Not a moment later, with the exception of the one emergency light burning dimly over my shoulder, the remaining bulbs blinked out. We had stopped.