I woke up to my phone ringing mercilessly. Groaning, I sensed it on my bedside table with my hand and opened one eye to see who it was.

Elsie is my agent, I contacted her two days after the case with articles, and on our meeting we immediately got along, so I thought that it'd be great to have somebody like this handling my business. But the question for now is why she's calling me, in what I think is, early in the morning.

"Hello?"

"Elektra, I need to- were you still sleeping? It's 11:30" I opened my eyes at the hour. Well, I was wrong with the early in the morning thing.

"I stayed late yesterday. What's up?" I replied sitting up. Sun shone through the gap in my curtains.

"Listen, there is this party- And I know you don't wanna go, but" She was right. I hated these Hollywood parties with people who pretended to smile and be nice, but in their minds they were completely different. "but it's organized for every celebrity, and your presence there can really boost your career." she stated.

"Are you sure I have to go?"

"It would do well to go. Elektra, come on" I groaned for the second time today. But maybe she was right, and also I won't die from 2 hours of being there.

All right, I will live through. "Okay. What time is it?" I heard her smile through the phone.

"7.30, I'm gonna send someone to pick you up."

"Sure"

We hang up and I left my bed to go to the kitchen. I put some 'the driver era' playlist to play while on my way there and the day began.

I hurriedly put my jewelry on because it seemed like nobody told me that it takes 30 minutes to get to the location of the party and I was running late. Apart from that, I wondered if there's gonna be somebody I know and like.

For some reason I hoped that Johnny will be there. I had so much fun at Alice's place, so maybe the party wouldn't be so bad with him. But again, he was way more famous, he wouldn't go to the party of the whole Hollywood and then hang out with me.

I grabbed my phone and headphones, just in case if I wanted to cut off from the party. I was often cutting off like that when I had to go somewhere I didn't want to go. I like doing that because it feels like you have your own world, not giving a shit about anyone. And also, it was pissing off my parents when I was younger.

I opened the door and saw my driver Jack leaning on the door of the dark blue car. I made sure the door is locked and approached him.

Jack's a really cool guy and we get along very well, even tho we haven't known each other for long. He is much taller than me and can look dangerous when you first see him, but deep inside he's a very caring person. He's got some double points too, because he listens to the same songs that I do.

"Hey, Jack" I greeted him and he opened the door for me to get in.

"Evenin', Elektra. You look stunning" I giggled at the compliment and thanked him. He got into the driver's seat and we drove off.

It's been an hour or so since I got here, and honestly, at the moment I'm bored shitless. Earlier I met some of the celebrities I liked; read: the ones who are actually nice and don't talk shit behind your back, and now I was hanging around the balcony.

The party's located on the 18th floor, so if you'd stood where I do now, you could see the whole New York. Looking down is like if you were living on the clouds, and sometimes just peek through them to look at all the tiny people, cars and buildings from above. My head was spinning just from giving it a look.

I looked through the crowd for Johnny, but I think he's not here. Speaking of him, remember when we were smoking back then in Alice's kitchen? Well, now I can't get rid of the constant mood for 'just one cigarette, that's all' and it's driving me crazy.

Even right now, I held one cig in my left hand and a lighter in my right, debating whether save my health or just whatever - we're all gonna die anyway. If someone was with me on the balcony, they'd not even see, but sense my internal fight. Goddamn vibe and smoking for fun.

"Half the blame is on you, Johnny" I mumbled to myself and put the cigarette between my lips.

"For what?"

I suddenly heard a deep voice saying, causing me to jump. I let go of my lighter, which was now traveling 18 floors down, possibly having the time of her life. I turned around to see Johnny all smiling, probably from the way he scared me.

His hair was combed back, yet some strands still fell onto his forehead. The jewelry on his chest clicked when he changed positions from leaning on the balcony's door to standing straight. His black shirt was unbuttoned almost to the point where his belly started, and he also had black jeans and boots on. I looked again into his dark eyes and suddenly felt tingling in my stomach. What the hell?

"Jesus Christ, Johnny!" I said annoyed. "You owe me a lighter" He only giggled and stepped closer to lean against the railing, like I was doing earlier. "I thought you weren't here."

"Funny, because I saw you a couple of times" he replied and I raised my brows as a question.

"Then why didn't you step by for a shot of something alcoholic? I had a perfect view while sitting at the bar." I said and he smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know, I guess after the whole Hollywood flew to New York so they could be at this party.." he paused "I just didn't think you'd prefer to hang out with me" he exclaimed and I widened my eyes because that's the exact thing I thought.

"Honestly, I'd prefer you than all the American and European celebrities taken together." I replied and saw him smile beautifully, which made me smile too. "And also pity, 'cause we could get drunk. Anything but conscious being here" He chuckled and nodded his head as an 'agree'. His laughter is so pure, I could listen to it all day.

"What did you mean by saying that half the blame is on me?" he suddenly asked after a while of silence. I grinned at how ridiculous it sounded now, but told him what I thought back then anyway. The moment he heard it, a mischievous smirk appeared on his lips. Why, tho?

"Well, as a smoker, I can surely say that I've been through the same thoughts." he answered and started looking for something in his pocket. The next thing I know is that he's lighting a weird-looking cigarette with a match. "What a beautiful evening" he added looking ahead, a smile playing on his lips. I just stood there staring at the smoke with my mouth open. What a sneaky bastard! He was teasing me on purpose, having the best time. If he wants to play like this - fine!

"Indeed" I replied calmly, staring ahead just like him. I saw from the corner of my eye that Johnny glanced at me and raised one brow at my somehow too calm behavior. Gotcha!

A while passed and I'm afraid that I started loosing my cool. I glanced briefly at the cigarette and how Johnny smoked definitely way too often. I made a note in my head to take revenge on him as soon as I'll see an opportunity.

I guess Johnny noticed my indecisiveness, because a smile appeared on his lips again "Wanna take a drag?" I looked into his eyes as a warning, but after stealing a look at the cig I decided to take it. To hell with my plan and these cigarettes.

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