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Amber
10 years later
My assistant was calling my name when I finally heard her. I had the model standing in front of me with my newest design on her perfect form, and I was supposed to be doing tweaks to the hem. Thank God they just wrote off my spaciness for being an artist and it was just my way of doing things. I was glad for the leeway that creative types were given.
“Amber, are you okay? I was telling you that Frank Levin was on line one. Did you hear me?”
It was not the Frank I was thinking of. I couldn't help, though, every time I heard Frank's name, I thought about the last time that I saw him, on my grandfather’s roof. We had kissed and made promises to see each other soon. We were going to call, we were going to write. All these things we were going to do and none of them happened. Instead, I got wrapped up in school and quickly put him to the wayside. By the time summer arrived, I was excited to see him again, but then I realized that he no longer lived in Hampton. He had moved away to stay with one of his uncles for that summer. His uncle was an investment banker and wanted to teach Frank the ropes.
I didn't really care about any of it, just that I’d lost my favorite person that quickly. Frank and I had a great summer the year before, but that was the last time we spent together. To this day, ten years later, I still hadn't seen him again, and I caught myself wondering from time to time how he was doing.
“Right, what does he want?”
“He says that the dresses that were sent are not the right color. They’re more purple than mauve.”
I rolled my eyes and tried not to be upset. I wished that it had been the other Frank on the phone. Frank Levin was one of my better clients, but he insisted on being so high maintenance that it was almost not worth it. I kept telling myself as soon as I had my own fashion house, I would not need to sell to people like him, anymore. Then, I could just sell my own wares and cut out the middlemen like Frank.
Today was not that day, though, so I took the call and tried my best to calm down a man that was obviously too upset over the color of a dress. It made me wonder if he was having a bad day in the rest of his life and that's why he was so adamant about the dresses. I promised that I would come down and check them out to make sure that something hadn’t gone wrong. I thanked him for bringing it to my attention, and we made a meeting for later that day. It was a meeting that I wasn't looking forward to.
Once again, I started thinking about Frank Smith. What was he doing, and was he still the man that I’d fallen for and then been crushed by his departure? What would I even say to him, if I ever saw him again?
Those thoughts kept my mind active for a while before I realized that I had so much more to do. The real question that I asked myself was the same. Did Frank think about me as much as I thought about him?
