Jay woken up early that morning. Early as in before the sun, which was weird considering he had only rolled into bed only a few hours earlier after spending the night out drinking with an old friend who lived in the city. Celebrating Jayās reluctant and temporary move to the city. Which he was already regretting, the noise, car horns, and people were doing no favours for his hangover. However, he couldnāt get himself to go back to sleep so he got up out of bed and went for a walk, a long one, hoping to wander across something different from the concrete and graffiti. Unfortunately he didnāt find anything that made him excited about his prolonged stay.
He got back to his apartment and sighed at his completely empty apartment. He had been living here for three days now and had not gotten around to unpacking. It was pathetic really, he hadnāt even been doing anything. He been to a couple of meet ups to meet the people he would be working with for his shoots, but he hadnāt actually begun work. Plus it wasnāt even as if he had much to unpack, since he was always moving around her couple months or so he didnāt keep that much and packed lightweight. Anything of sentimental value that he didnāt really need was gathering dust in his Aunt Magās old wood shed.
Jay decided that today was not his day to unpack though, instead sat in the corner of his empty living room and started playing a few bars on his old guitar. The guitar was very old and was his Aunt Magsā old one that she still had from her younger years as a lead guitarist in a girl rock band. It was black, and still had a few stripes and lightning bolts painted on it in purple nail polish, it also was filled with a billion dints, chips and scratches. Mags had always offered to get him a new one, but Jay liked the old slightly girly one, it had character. He didnāt play anything particularly exciting or tough, he just mindlessly played through a few tunes and melodies that he knew off by heart and had played to death.
He played for an hour or so before he was distracted by his stomach growling. Realising the amount of time he had spent awake and the only thing he had consumed that day had been a black coffee he decided to head out at get some sort of instant noodles or frozen meal to reheat. Considering he had been yet to stock his fridge or cupboards with any edible. Frustrated at himself for not having food, and forcing him back out into the busy city, he shoved on his jacket and headed out to hallway.
Thatās when he ran into a blonde girl carrying boxes too high for her too see over. Though a better description of the event was that she ran into him while he tried to duck away from her. He sighed angrily, and clicked his tongue. It wasnāt really her fault, he was just already in a bad mood. He really hated the city, everyone was so busy going on their own way they never stopped to look out for other people.
"I am so sorry. Are.. are you alright, sir?" The girl asked, her eyes big. Jay couldnāt help but notice that she was pretty cute, though she didnāt look anything like his type. Jay always found himself in commitment-free relationships with girls named things like Thorn and River, who had dyed black hair, multiple facial piercings and were arty and all ādeepā.
āNot a sir,ā Jay replied gruffly. He had being called sir or mister. He lived in a world of informality, being given any form of title made him feel like people expected something different of him then they would if he was a teen in high school still.
"I'm really sorry." She continued, smiling apologetically.
Sighing, Jay frowned realising he couldnāt be a dick to a girl who could smile so apologetically and innocently. Even if he was in a crap mood and only wanted to brush everyone off. āItās fine. Really.ā Well, that was his idea of ānot mean.ā He noticed a few things had fallen out of her box, and he even bent down and picked them up for her placing them in her box for her since her hands were full. How Gentlemanly? His Aunt Mags would be proud. āOh, you play?ā Jay asked, noting a sheet of guitar chords in her box of stuff.