Indulging in Luxury [Alexandra)

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Wake up wake up, open up your eyes and wake up. Don’t try to hide it, You’re already wrapped around my little finger, My radar. Mine, mine. You’re mine despite of what others say. I’m prettier than anyone else. We the B.E.S.T SISTAR

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Amelia was starving. She hadn't eaten a proper meal for at least three days. Deadlines on projects, training interns and frequent meetings among the news staff took all her waking moments it seemed. She didn't mind all that much of course. Her time needed to be occupied like that. If not she'd go insane. The woman locked her desktop computer, gave a little stretch and took her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk. She needed to get out of the building, even if it was just for lunch. She dreaded to meeting tomorrow since it was another one where many higher ups would show. That meant it'd be long. As much as she enjoyed working, she wasn't all that fond of meetings. Staying awake was the devil.

Walking towards the elevators, she took off her ID and shoved it inside hee purse, thinking about what she wanted to eat. Food was never high on her priority list and she mostly just ate whatever was fast and convenient. Which meant a whole lot of sandwiches. But today she wanted something more substantial, something that would fill her up until whenever her next meal would be, hoping it wouldn't be another three days later. Amelia was surprised she hadn't passed out from malnutrition by now. But then again, she always had snacks hidden in the drawers of her desk.

She remembered her years as an intern, when she looked up to the anchormen and women who worked, aspiring to one day be like them. And after three years she was finally there, living the life of the semi successful but feeling kind of low. She wanted a challenge, or something motivating. It wasn't that she hated her job, but she wanted a spark. The girl kind of missed her intern days, when everything seemed so new and exciting. Now it was all routine. She knew it was just life and so didn't complain.

Overhearing the reporters that morning talking about an Italian restaurant that newly opened, she decided to give it a try. Amelia never really ate Italian food back in Korea but spending years here in New York has definitely changed her palette. She walked out of the USBC building, a waft of cold air brushing against her face and turned right. The restaurant was three minutes away on foot, not at all a bad choice for busy office workers. "A table for one please" she said to the cheery waitress who greeted her at the door. The restaurant had a pretty interior, chandeliers hung from the ceiling and the furniture had a traditional European feel. The tableware and lining were all a gold colour while the chairs were a burgundy fabric texture. Definitely a place for women who enjoyed classy eating. Amelia would find herself at a rable close to the entrance, getting a window view of the streets.

She could get used to this.

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Alexandra was on an early afternoon walk on her day off. Somehow, this meant a walk to USBC from her apartment and back, even though it was the one day that she didn't need to walk that way. It just felt natural, like a routine that she didn't want to break. It didn't have to be an early morning walk like it normally was on work days, but she still wanted to make the trip.

As usual, Alexandra vlogged on her way there, putting her phone away on the way back to enjoy the sights. She loved to window shop, and today was no exception. Admiring all the different shops, Alexandra subconsciously noticed the restaurant that all of her page friends were talking about. It was a new Italian restaurant, hailed as the next big lunch place for USBC. A lot of the stars had already eaten there, and something told Alexandra it was out of her peanut butter sandwich from home budget range. Which wasn't hard to achieve at all. Curious regardless, she slowed down as she approached the window, taking in everything that she could see from outside. Gorgeous chandeliers to elaborate place settings, Alexandra nearly found herself drooling. She was nearly snapped out of her haze, however, when she spotted someone very inspiring at one of the tables by the window. Alexandra could barely believe that Amelia Kim was sitting by the window at the very moment that Alexandra happened to be walking by. She was all alone as well.

As a page, Alexandra was taught to treat everyone at USBC with respect and to respect the privacy of others, especially those you idolize. In her mind, Alexandra validated her next actions with the fact that she was not USBC property. She needed to know how Amelia got to where she did. In detail. Because of this, she walked right into the restaurant only after shooting a quick clip for her vlog for encouragement, and told the hostess she just needed to speak to someone at a table, to which she pointed. It took some convincing, but soon enough Alexandra was approaching Amelia's table and Alexandra found it difficult to even speak. She cleared her throat, hoping she grabbed the anchorwoman's attention while standing in front of her.

"Um... hi. My name- My name is Alexandra, and I'm a- a page at USBC. I'm a, well, big fan of yours. I strive to be as strong of an anchorwoman as you some day, if you don't mind me saying that. You've been a- a very strong model for me to follow." All of the above was true, though she wasn't sure if she would be believed while just in street clothes on her day off. What she expected to come of this situation, Alexandra wasn't sure.

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Wake up wake up, open up your eyes and wake up. Don’t try to hide it, You’re already wrapped around my little finger, My radar. Mine, mine. You’re mine despite of what others say. I’m prettier than anyone else. We the B.E.S.T SISTAR

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The young anchorwoman waved the attention of a waitress and ordered the lasagna lunch set, which came with a coffee and tiramisu cake for dessert. She did enjoy fancy eating but rarely had a budget for it. She made a good salary, a nice number of zeroes that she secregly loved seeing in her bank account. Most of her monthly budgets went to food, living and traveling. Amelia loved traveling the world and always made her schedule for a yearly trip back to Korea to see her parents. Even with those expenses, she could definitely afford to treat herself to more luxurious food on a USBC salary. But she did put in a lot of time and hard work to get to where she was.

Amelia watched out the window at the people walking outside. She wondered what kind of job those people held. Must be pretty good given that this was New York. Her coffee arrived first and she thanked the waitress, putting milk and one sugar cube in it. Stirring slowly with the spoon which came with it, noting the elegant tableware. As she sat, she suddenly heard a voice, calling to her attention. Turning in the direction of the voice, she found herself face to face with a blonde haired girl, noticeably younger than Amelia, who had approached her table. The Asian woman nodded the waiter away as he tried to stop the girl from entering the restaurant.

And Amelia could see why, giving Alexandra a once over with her eyes. The girl was wearing street clothes, not exactly fit for the restaurant. Amelia waited for the girl to finish speaking, noticing her obvious nervousness. So she too works at USBC, Amelia thought, searching her mind to see if she could recall seeing the girl before. She wasn't certain but perhaps they had met at some point before, even if it was in passing. The black haired girl was flattered that she was viewed like an idol. In fact this was news for her. So the girl was a page, after listening to her to introduce herself. In any case, Amelia would give the girl a warm smile and gesture to the seat opposite her.

"I'm flattered, Alexandra. I've never had a fan before. Makes me feel kind of like an idol, really. In any case, have you had lunch? Care to join me?" Amelia found herself being nice to the girl in front of her. Perhaps she reminded her of her own internship days, when she looked up to her seniors in the same ways. But she had been a lot less direct and eager, always shy. The woman found herself admiring Alexandra a little. "Call me Amelia by the way. Order yourself some food. You look absolutely flustered"

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Alexandra wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to get out of the interaction, but this definitely was not what she expected. But to be frank, she was a mess with this kind of thing. There was no reason for Amelia to be so pleasant, Alexandra had crashed in on her meal and interrupted her personal time. She had every right to ask her to leave, and yet she asked her to sit. Alexandra had to note that this was an opportunity, and a large one. When Amelia gestured for her to take a seat, Alexandra let out the breath she didn't even know that she had been holding.

"I mean I don't mean to - I just - No I haven't had lunch. Um, okay," Alexandra grinned carefully, hoping that this wasn't all a dream. She really did force this situation upon the two of them, but she was already here and there was no turning back now. "Of course, um, Amelia." The name felt foreign on her tongue, as if she should not be allowed to call her that. Being a page, Alexandra got to brush hands with plenty of celebrities, but Amelia was one of the few that she had real interest in. She glanced quickly at the menu, looking for the least expensive yet appetizing thing she could find. The waitress came, looking a bit confused at Alexandra's sudden and surprising appearance. She simply ordered her pasta, not wanting to be adventurous or expensive.

As the waitress shuffled away, Alexandra put her hands in her lap, biting her lip. "Thank you for uh- for letting me sit with you and not turning me away." She knew that Amelia knew she was flustered, she had said it aloud, and Alexandra didn't know much of what to do to calm herself down. She had never come this close to speaking to someone directly in the field that she one day hoped to be in. Alexandra wasn't that large of a fan of sitcoms and all the average stuff that USBC produced, but the news was something that she could get behind. "So uh, how did you get to where you are now?" She ought to pass the talking on to her kind host, right?

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