The Last Shot

ZOFEIA'S third alarm goes off and without a doubt, she hit snooze. She knows how her boss transforms into a monster and staying a bit longer in her comfy bed will make her late for today's work, but what happened last night couldn't possibly get out of her head.

She slaps herself hard as if it would bring back her sanity because for the record, that guy in the bookstore last night might have stolen it. The newest release of the magazine featured her shot in the front page for the first time ever and she can't wait to get her hands on a copy. Her excitement drifted away when she suddenly felt two arms wrapping around her, hugging her from behind.

"I knew it. I'd find you in a bookstore."

Shivers were sent down her spine as a warm breath of air reached the back of her earlobe. That deep voice is so familiar, or so she thought. As she turned around and saw a pair of green eyes meeting hers for the first time, she quickly released herself from the arms that locked her out of the blue.

"What the-?!" she exclaimed.

"Saskia, I just-"

"W-who the hell are you? And what did you just call me?"

Two confused eyes stared at her intensely for seconds. It felt as if the gorgeous man in front of her could see through her soul, figuring every bit of what could be on her mind. No! erase that gorgeous part, she mumbled. Before Zofeia could even compose herself, the man rushed out of the store as if nothing happened.

In the office, she was in the middle of processing photos when she was summoned by her boss, the magazine's chief editor.

"The sales of the last issue with your photograph on the cover was impressive," Zofeia never fails to think about that resembling scene in movies every single time she sees her boss turn her chair around. "So, I decided to give you a task for the centerfold of this month's issue," her boss continued. "The section will be called Broken Hearts Club. You can coordinate with Eros for this project. He'll be the one writing the article."

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but who's Eros?" Zofeia asked.

"Eros Parker, the content editor." her boss replied with absolute certainty.

"W-what happened to Berna?"

"Berna who? Eros has always been our editor."

"But Ma'am, I swear, I don't know anyone named Eros in this team."

"Come one, Zofeia. Are you drunk? Don't give me a reason to suspend you. Stop spewing nonsense."

She returned back to her desk defeated. She thought that her boss might have suffered from all the stress and must just be mistaken. Just when she thought her day could not get any crazier, she screamed!

She's dreaming, alright! She's convinced that the figure of a man standing right in front of her desk, wearing an i.d. with the name "Eros Parker" written above the title "content editor", was the same figure of a man with the green eyes, with arms she felt wrapping around her last night. It's all a dream! She screamed so loud that she got the attention of the whole floor. She must be dreaming!

She's not dreaming. It's all real. In that moment, she wished nothing but for the cold tile floor to just suck her in and make her disappear for making such an uproar.