Trudeau

Sweet Escapes

You Haunt me -Sir Sly
Let Go - RAC

PHOTO ABOVE: Casual outfit for plane, Pink dress for work.

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7:00.

Ugh. I mentally sigh as I rub my eyes to wake me up. Our plane leaves at 8:30 but being the intern...I'm in charge of coffee/Tea runs. I love this job. I love this job. I remind myself as I slip on a casual dress and apply eyeliner.

"This is as good as it's gonna get." I say to myself in the mirror. I grab my luggage and my backpack full of my plane clothes and head downstairs. I check out of my room. I make my way to the black SUV that appears to be just washed based off of its shininess. I hand the beefy guard my luggage as I hop in the back.

"Where to?" The driver asks too nicely for this early.

"The nearest coffee shop I guess." I reply groggily. The bald headed man nods his head as we drive off.

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I make my way to Justin's room. Being an Intern also means you're in charge of waking up the prime minister. So basically don't screw it up or you're in deep shit. I knock on Justin's door. I hear his footsteps towards the door. I get his tea ready as he opens the door. The white hotel door swings open and to my surprise Justin is shirtless.

"Oh, I-um-I'm sorry!" I take a mental picture before I glance away trying not to seem to awkward.

"Oh no my bad! Here, give me a second." Justin replies, clearly still majority asleep. Not 5 seconds later does he come out in a shirt.

"Here's your tea. I figured you would want something caffeinated?" I laugh a little bit as Justin nods in agreement.

"Thank you, Eliza." Justin thanks me as I say goodbye and make my way back to the car. Well, my morning wasn't that bad. I saw Justin Trudeau shirtless so it could've been worse.

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I end up sleeping 4 hours on the plane. Justin apparently has a conference call, so I'm very bored right now. I decide to watch a romantic movie because I'm literally all by myself. Justin and Telford are in the other room on the call. WHAT MOVIE THOUGH? I scan through the selection.

"The Notebook, Crazy Stupid Love, Safe Haven, Brooklyn..." I mutter to myself as I read over the titles. As any lonely girl would do, I decide to watch The Notebook. This is a terrible decision. As I put it in the DVD player I curl up on the couch with a blanket. I secretly hope no one comes out of the meeting because watching a Nicolas Sparks movie with people around is just a terrible idea.

"So I think that went well!" A very articulated, proper voice says in the distance. Are you for real right now? I turn around and am met with a nice smile from Justin. "So how was the four hour nap?"

"It was nice, but I wanted to have some fun so..." I joke around. I try to not acknowledge the movie not wanting anyone to ask what it is.

"Ah, so what did you decide on this time?" Justin plops down beside me on the couch.

"Ahh,noo!" I "fake" freak out.

"What?" Justin laughs and puts his hands up in defense.

"This is such an embarrassing movie to watch honestly. I always end up crying. It's The Notebook." I blush. Why is this such a big deal?