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Chapter Thirteen: English Isn't The Default Language of The World, Idiot.

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Chapter Thirteen: "English Isn't The Default Language of The World, Idiot."

WHERE THE HELL IS Angie? I couldn't help but think. I brushed my ponytail over my shoulder, glancing at Krystal. When I voiced the question on my mind, Krystal checked her phone. "Angie says she'll be here in three."

"Two, one, I'm here." I heard Angie say. She wore a striped jumpsuit and a pair of black heels. Krystal, on the other hand, was wearing a dark blue romper, her hair pressed into curls.

"Took you long enough." Krystal exaggerated, getting out of her car and handing the keys to the valet.

I threw my gaze over to the extremely nice house we were in front of, people talking outside of it. The one thing I was grateful for was that it was eleven o'clock and the sun was gone by now, the stars donning the sky above. Looking down at my shadow reflected by the lights of the house, the hoop earrings I was wearing dangled with the breeze, but I was warm. Slightly antsy but I was warm nevertheless.

I held onto my little strap purse that matched the color of my black dress that hugged my figure. I immediately straightened my posture at the thought of one of the reasons I was here. "Well, shall we?"

Krystal and Angie led the way, making conversation quickly with people who were on the porch before we headed inside. "Octavia!" I heard someone say.

A smile came to my face some familiar faces of actors, directors, people I had worked within the past. The world could be too small sometimes. In the background, the music playing wasn't anything special but merely reflected the scene before me. Everyone was dressed in almost business casual yet semi-formal.

I kissed one of my friend's cheeks, "Flo, how are you?"

"I'm good, I've been good." I linked my arms with her, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, and smiled at other faces I recognized.

She had a drink in her hand and I pointed down at it. "Where'd you get that?"

"There's a little makeshift bar outside in the back."

"What's in that?" I pointed to her drink.

She shrugged. "It's just wine."

Wine, the best kind of drunk vibes. Just what I needed.

Angie nudged me. "Want to go get drinks?"

"Yes, please." We made our way outside to the back and I saw the makeshift bar, almost racing for it.

Taking a seat under the little hut, my eyes flickered over the bottles laid out in display on the rack. I was about to order when my eyes fell upon someone. My lips parted slightly at the sight of a familiar body, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up as his brown eyes scanned the area, searching for someone.

And that ladies and gentlemen was exactly how to enter an area. Looking like that.

I bit my lip, not helping myself by taking him in. Angie was ordering her drink, but my eyes were stuck on the man himself. He didn't notice either of us yet, so I patted the table, gaining Angie's attention.

"You brought Caleb?" I asked Angie.

"Yeah," Angie looked at the writer like every woman and some men were. "He looks good, doesn't he?"

Yes, he does.

Caleb was wearing a button-up and dress pants. His hair looked different than it usually was almost as if he had just washed it recently and didn't run his fingers through it because it was curlier. But he looked very good.