You entered the festival grounds with your girls, incredibly excited about the first day of Coachella. You had put a lot of thought into your outfit for the day, a white lace two piece that made you look pretty damn cute, and you couldn't wait for the fun to begin.
There was something magical about the atmosphere here, the scent of churros wafted through the air, the ferris wheel rotating in the background and the distant hum of a medley of songs reached your ears as you entered.
After an excited hour of eating festival food, exploring the grounds and taking a million aesthetic pictures for Instagram, you decided you needed a break.
"hey I'm just going to get an iced coffee!" you told your friends, who were screaming enthusiastically about spotting a certain youtuber. You decided to walk to the nearest VIP refreshment tent alone, leaving them to their fangirling. Being more of a Netflix girl, you didn't recognise most YouTubers your friends seemed to love. You were happy to be the supplier of drinks while they tried getting pictures with their idols.
The VIP tent was extremely cute, with all the fairy lights and cozy wicker couches surrounded by a wide range of succulents.
You made your way over to the coffee station and began assorting your drinks. You loaded up a tray with your 4 iced almond milk lattes and turned around, only to crash straight into a tall boy who was too busy texting to even notice that he had just collided with you.
There was a clatter and a crash as the contents of both the trays now coated your once white outfit. You could sense everyone's eyes on you as you felt the coffees trickling down your cleavage and what looked like avocado toast and a raspberry smoothie bowl drip onto your skirt.
"oh my god, I'm so sorry, I literally didn't see you there!", the boy exclaimed, looking horrified.
"Maybe you should get your head out of your phone when you walk then!" you snapped, irritated that his sleeveless white top and patterned blue tracks remained untouched. Unable to bear the embarrassment of everyone whispering and giggling about you, you stormed out of the tent, ignoring the boy's apologies. What an idiot he was, you fumed.
Rushing to the nearest washroom, it dawned on you that nothing could be done to salvage your outfit, the stains were probably here to stay, and you were attracting a lot of snide comments and giggles from the crowd. You felt a rush of anger a frustration overwhelm you, and helpless, you sat down on a stair with your head in your hands.
Why did everything always have to go wrong, just when you were finally starting to feel happy again!
Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you looked up to see the one person you truly couldn't bear at this point. It was him, the phone addict, the careless idiot, the spiller of coffees and distributor of shallow apologies.
"Haven't you done enough damage already!? Please leave me alone!" you snapped.
"Hey, I'm extremely sorry, I know how much your outfit probably meant to you, let me make it up to you!" he said with a genuine smile.
"My friend is a designer, she probably has a bunch of spare outfits, I'll ask her to find one for you!"
Reluctant to accept his offer, but seeing no other solution, you said "I guess it's the least you can do."
He broke into a bright smile, his eyes twinkled and he stretched an extremely muscular arm out to lift you off the ground where you currently were. He told you his villa was nearby and you could pick up the new outfit there. You agreed, anything to get out of this sticky mess you were wearing.
As you boarded the shuttle back to his villa, he said, "I never asked you your name?!"
"Hi, y/n, I'm Ethan!", he said with a smile, as the shuttle sped away from the festival grounds.
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