It had been over a whole month since I left LA, went to New York and then made my way to London. London of all places. i liked it here but it wasn’t the states. Everyone was nice and everything, but I had some problems with the accent. The accent could sometimes drive me nuts.
But there was one thing I liked about London. On my way back from the agency everyday I passed this skatepark, and there was this… Boy, man… Something… There everyday and at first we only exchanged looks. But soon the looks turned into greetings and now every time I went by and eh was there I said hello, we talked a little and he was nice. His name is David King, but I could call him Dave, and he worked as a firefighter captain here in London. He was only 25 so he was young for a captain, but good at his work. He had brown hair and green eyes. A right sleeve with a lot of nature inspired tattoos. A chest piece that also was inspired by nature. He had a dark stubble and he was about Austin’s height. A little bit shorter because no one was as tall as Austin.

I was on my way home when I saw that he was there. He made his way over to me and jumped off his board, and looked at me.
"So what movie are you watching tonight then?" he asked.
"I think I’ll go with The Breakfast Club today" I said and smiled.
"Again? you sure do like that movie" he laughed and grinned a little.
"Well a good movie is a movie you can watch over and over again" I shrugged. He nodded and looked at me.
"How was work today then? Any new hot models?" he asked. I laughed and shook my head. No new hot models today.
"Did you fight any fires today?" I asked.
"A few, but only minors and not anything big" he said and nodded. I never understood why someone wanted to be a firefighter, but I remember that Dave had told me his house had burned down when he was a kid and that was the reason why he wanted to be one.
"Nah, I have to get back… It was nice seeing you again" he teased and grinned at me.
"See you" I said and smiled, and walked back home.

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I was once again back at work and I had a photoshoot. I was dressed in a long white dress and black smokey eyes, wavy hair and high silver heels. I looked like some sort of angel, and I looked at the camera with a half smile. Which somehow had become my signature. Then the fire alarm went off and everybody looked around confused, until a woman ran into the studio and told us that the room next to our was like burning like hell. Everything became chaotic and as we tried to save as much of the equipment the room filled up more and more with smoke. I coughed and coughed and I helped a few others out from the room, before I took off my heels and started to run down the hall. It was hard to see a thing because of all the smokes, and fires. Because the fire had spread. And God it was hot… Too hot. I tripped on my own feet and coughed, and I looked around. No one to help me. Fuck.
"London Fire Department, call out if you need help" someone called out. I called out as loud as I could and someone hurried over to my side, and lifted me up. It didn’t take long before I was out and I saw that the dress was black, grey and white by now. They gently put me down on the ground and gave me an oxygen mask. I took deep breaths.
"fuck, Crystal is that you?" someone called out and I looked up. It was Dave, in his uniform and he looked worried.
"Well do’t you look handsome" I said and laughed a little, and started coughing again.
"I never thought I would see you all dressed up" he teased and grinned a little. He gave some orders to the others and soon they had the fire under control. He looked at me again.
"This might be a bit weird but… Is it okay for me to take you on a date?" he asked. I looked at him, a bit surprised. then I smiled.
"Sure" I answered him.

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Austin’s POV

Alan walked in to the room and he held out a magazine. He threw it at the table and everyone looked at it. There was no mistake. After almost a month in silence… Chris was back in action.
"What magazine is this?" I asked and looked at him. Alan told me but all I could hear was London. Which meant that Chris had said yes to the agency that had wanted to steal her away. She was in London.
"What are you thinking about?" Alan asked.
"She’s in London" I said.
"We don’t know that" Tino said.
"A few weeks ago she got a call from an agency in London that wanted her to work for them, they told her to give it a thought and then get back to them… and this is proof enough for me that she said yes" I said and gestured towards her picture.
"I guess you’re right" Alan said.
"Well lucky you then that we’re getting to London in a few months then" Phil sighed. We all knew that it wasn’t luck. A few months away was a little bit too late.