Mr Carrington

The Blue box cafe.

Elijah Carrington, his cheekbones sculpted like an ancient Greek God, his modern, dark brown pompadour hairstyle and his light blue eyes like glistening pebbles on the beach during a sunset. Dressed in a black, pinstriped Brioni suit finished off with black Dolce and Gabbana shoes which are probably more expensive than my apartment at the time. He was every girls dream and every single man in New York envied him. He was the most prestigious man to ever walk the streets of New York City. His family owned all the best clubs in New York, they even had others throughout the world like in New Orleans and Vegas. Everyone thought he was just an average, handsome, rich man but i always thought there was more than meets the eye. The day i met him, i knew i never should have got involved...

The day had started with my signature French Press coffee, a tad of almond milk and a teaspoon of sugar. I normally like it dark and sweet, but that day was a special day, an exciting day, a day that little did i know would change the rest of my life. I was rarely shown kindness, especially since i had moved to New York in 1998. I was a struggling fashion designer and i thought that moving to New York would open more possibilities for me and finally prove to myself that what i went through and the pain i endured back at home was worth it, i had nearly given up all hope. I went to the Blue Box cafe at 727 5th avenue, this would be where i would go to escape reality, have brunch and work on new designs.I always dreamed of owning an item of Tiffany Jewels, here i am having brunch, daily, at the Blue Box Cafe. I felt like a modern Holly Golightly, without my James Dean. I came here every single morning and never was there anything that seemed out of the ordinary, people drinking coffee, spending time with their friends and all around enjoying the beautiful atmosphere. I was
amazed at the things i was already accomplishing in New York compared to what i was running from.

May 19th. The date i always remember no matter where i go, who i'm with, i can never forget it and it tears me apart every. single. time. That i was the reason you were gone, and the things i said the last time i saw you, i didn't want to believe you were gone. This was my motivation of coming to New York and i wasn't going to stop until i found a lead, my career would wait.