My Favorite Day

Hello, I have been writing for 8 years, but only for myself and today I decided to share something I started writing and I still don't know if I should finish it, I would like to see your opinion, even if it is critical :) Today is the day I've been waiting for months, I'm so excited I can't even make sense of what's going on. I walk down the black hallway and, as I expected, there are 2Pac and Bob Marley posters on the walls, it smells bad, a mixture of alcohol, marijuana and maybe a few cheap whores. I don't know why, but two very thin and half-asleep boys lead me to a room. Something doesn't inspire confidence in me, I don't think they even know where they are. Where the hell are we going up to the second floor, it's as if they built a wall just for one room. My body is unusually calm, my palms are dry, my eyes are controlled, I always go to familiar territory, strangely, but I like the feeling. Here we are, but why only the boys come in and I am left alone in front of the big dark red and interestingly painted door. Maybe the one who drew wanted to suggest what was behind it or to confuse us, I'll find out soon. "He said you could come in" was heard behind this strangely beautiful door, I opened it carefully, my pupils dilated, but I remained calm and right in front of me was Christopher sitting in something like an armchair, all red and gold. Everywhere I turn I see columns, buttons, sheets, headphones and of course marijuana and behind me sits a cheap bitch. All the boys are standing behind him as if they were paid to him or they are just his loyal friends and I will understand that. I look around to find something nice and see only a bottle of "Gray Groose" vodka, which is almost empty, sorry, because I need something familiar. Even all these things in the room can't distract me from him, he doesn't stop looking at me so calmly. It could be from my clothes, from my favorite dress - burgundy color, with a cut but mysterious neckline, not very short, decent length, covers part of my arms, shows enough, straight, without any ugly stripes and every seam of it touches every favorite part of my body. Still, I wonder if I should greet him and introduce myself or turn his head without even hearing my name, and that's exactly what's going on in my head. "Get out, everyone, just stay with me and Christopher, let's move your sleepers." ass Maybe the music that sounded so sexy made me do that or his dirty look that touched me, like I felt his hand, god, I like that. As I waited for everyone to leave the room, my gaze met his and I couldn't stop looking at him, he always enchanted me, my brain emptied, I couldn't think anything, he controlled me. - Do you want to sit or do you prefer to stay upright, even though I like the view anyway? Saying this bites my lip, it's not my fault that my body starts to tremble and my eyes start to narrow, but I still try to mastered, I came for work. - Where do you want - As close as possible - he answers me - Let's not deviate from what I came for - although I secretly think I want to forget what I came for - And what you came for - how cheeky he turned his head to look at me, didn't even stop when I noticed this - I'm here to find out who the real Christopher is - He's standing right in front of you, I have nothing to hide, what do you want me to tell you - he smiles slightly and shamefully at me. I don't know whether to ask directly all the questions that are written in my notebook or to try to get to know him first. I'm afraid he won't tell me to leave in two minutes, because I want to learn things that no reporter has been able to learn. Not only what it is, but also how it reacts to awkward questions.