VILLANUEVA

32. humbolt hills. digital marketing and events. 

[westonjamcson]

Humboldt Coffee Roasters w/ @xylavillaa​

Weston always found himself with a rather busy schedule, however, he always had time for caffeine. Humboldt Coffee was practically his church at this point since he found himself there for the second time that day. As he waited in line, Weston noticed a familiar face join the line behind him –– Xyla. They hadn’t spoken in a hot minute since he was ruled by work and when they weren’t collaborating on a project then it was hard to make spare time for anything else. “Hey stranger ––” He greeted her with a friendly smile, “Did I catch you on the rare occasion you’re not planning something for someone or jumping on a call? If so I’d like to take advantage of the situation, let me buy you a coffee…” He said, stepping forward in line and ordering his usual iced Americano along with Jade’s awfully specific order of a medium roast coffee at 195 degrees and a touch of sweet cream. Once the coffee orders were placed and his payment was received, Weston stepped to the side, “So how’ve you been doin’?”

[xylavillaa]

Xyla was notorious for walking through the city with her head down and eyes focused on the tiny text of her phone. Her perfectly manicured nails switched swiftly from her email inbox, to text messages, through files she’s stashed away for safe-keeping, always keeping her one step ahead even while away from the office. It was for this reason that the raven-haired woman, who usually had a keen eye for familiar faces, hadn’t realized she’d lined up behind none other than Weston Jameson.

“Even better; day off. I’m not entirely certain the office will still be standing when I return tomorrow, but even its it’s burnt down to the ground, you can guarantee someone will try and host a meeting”, Xy explained, holding up her phone lit up by unread emails, before quickly tucking it back into her purse. Remembering to establish boundaries between billable hours and personal time was difficult, but she was getting better at it. With a gracious smile, Xy ordered her usual iced matcha latte and shifted to the side next to Weston.

“But I’ve been good. The past month has been full of garden parties and late nights Downtown,   but nothing to complain about,” she shrugged, momentarily turning her head towards the door when her French Bulldog, Mr. Butters, sat tied to one of the posts. “What about you? And don’t tell me you and Jade are planning big behind my back, because that’ll break my heart.” It wasn’t long before the barista brought out their drinks and she was holding the pale green beverage in her hands.

[anadearmas]

[xylavillaa]

ofrosesandmuse​:

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Morning peaked through the Andrasko home in slivers of light through cracked blinds, a complete stillness blanketing the household. That calm would be broken only by the occasional snore from Matouš’ or the shuffling of his four-year-old whining at something in his sleep, until a rapping on the door jolted the single father back into awareness. The edges between slumber and reality were indistinct for a moment, and it took his heart a second to taper back down when he realized Tomas wasn’t in danger, and the noise was just someone knocking on the door. 

After he trudged up out of bed, yanking on the first pair of pajama bottoms he could see, the man went bounding down the steps, calling out, “Coming!” as he went. His voice was gruff and husky with the remnants of sleep by the time he opened the door, trying to grind the fatigue out of his gaze with tired knuckles. Still disheveled and shirtless, he felt a bit grumpy about being woken up. It wasn’t often he got a day off from the University, but they’d cancelled all classes for a few days over some sort of infestation issue. A moment passed with dumb blinking as he took in the sight before him. He didn’t know this person, but she seemed to be struggling with all the items she was holding, which he quickly realized was a bunch of food and that she was here to share it. “Oh. I, uh… think you got the wrong house, Miss. But if you don’t know where the right house is, I wouldn’t mind taking you up on some waffles and eggs. As long as my son can have some too.”

A bare chest and full beard greeted Xyla at the door, rendering her speechless for this was not the 5 foot woman she expected to see. Looking like a deer in headlights, she stood on the front step a moment longer before regaining composure. “Well, this is definitely the right house,” she began, looking over his shoulder and into the familiar home that once belonged to her friend. “I’ve sat at that kitchen table more times than I can count and fixed the light in your bathroom once.” Words slipped easily from her lips as if he wasn’t a complete stranger and she hadn’t woken him up before most of the city was awake. But it was too late to turn back and her stomach crumpled impatiently as the smell of breakfast goodies filled the air between them.

“I was friends with the woman who lived here before. We never plan breakfasts and I must’ve blocked out the part where she moved away,” Xy explained, shifting the brown paper bags onto her hip. “But if your son likes blueberry pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice, I’d be happy to share.” Was it a smart idea to have breakfast at a complete strangers home? To sit across from his son and dig into a pile of steaming waffles? Most would say no. But Xyla was here and he seemed nice enough.

“I’m Xyla, by the way. I would apologize for the early wake-up call, but once you dig into these to-go containers you’ll be glad I knocked on your door.”

[xylavillaa]

8 am morning was the crack of dawn for most people; however, for Xyla Villanueva, 8 am meant she’d already been awake for hours. Her French Bulldog, Butters, had been walked, home tidied up and emails answered, leaving her with zero responsibilities for the rest of the day. It was rare for her to get a day off, but considering days like this were few and far between, resuscitating her suffering social life was exactly how she wanted to spend the rest of the day.

After quickly packing her wallet, charger and other essentials into her purse, Xy darted out the door. Brunch was her favourite meal of the day, allowing one to indulge in both the sweet treats of weekend breakfasts while incorporating all the delicious flavours of lunch. Upon arrival at her go-to brunch spot, she picked out a total of four dishes as well as a couple drinks to-go. And before long, Xy arrived at the front door of their home, her arms full of breakfast foods, coffee and juices and her stomach grumbling under her coat.

“Rise and shine! Get up, put on some pants and open your door!” Xy yelled from the other side of the door, her knuckles rapping against the wood as she juggled the mornings spoils. “I have eggs and waffles and I’m not afraid to eat them all.” @eureka-starters​

[xylavillaa]

xyla villanueva is silk sheets, bright city lights, gold hoop earrings, red wine and an inbox full of emails

NAME: Xyla Villanueva NICKNAMES: Xy BIRTHDAY: August 17, 1989 AGE: 32 ZODIAC SIGN: Leo GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: heterosexual

BIOGRAPHY: tw cheating

When Xyla Villanueva, also known as Xy, was born on a hot August Chicago afternoon in 1989, her family was not prepared for the whirlwind she would turn out to be.

Xyla has an amazing relationship with her mother, Isadora, often viewing her more as another, albeit more authoritative, sister. Though Isadora worked a full-time job as a college professor, she always found time to have dinner with the girls and stay updated with whatever was going on in their lives.

In contrast, Xy’s relationship with her father was strained and rocky at best. Maxwell Villanueva was outspoken and stern and worked as a C-level executive at a successful IT Company based in Chicago, with offices across the country. His personality fits the position perfectly; however, it caused a rift within the Villanueva family. Maxwell was always jetting off to offices around the country and spending weeks away from his family for business. But despite the distance and time apart, the Villanueva gamily patriarch always had the best interests of his family in mind. His prestigious and high-paying job allowed Xy, her mother and two sisters, Quinn and Rowan, to have everything they could have possibly wanted. But from the eyes of a young and impressionable Xyla Villanueva, it seemed that he forgot about them. She often questioned what he was doing on trips and why he would spend so much time away from their family.

By the time she was 18, Maxwell had stopped going on business trips and focused his work in Chicago. He’d been well-aware of their strained relationship throughout her teenage years and used everything from luxurious gifts and surprise vacations to ease the tension. But Xyla had grown bitter and distant from Maxwell and unwilling to forget the years “he chose his job over his family.”

But growing up with her father in and out of the home, she watched as her mother and older sister took control. Their determination, drive and ability to get things done without the help of others were inspiring. And over time, she too developed the no-nonsense, strong-willed attitude they had, instilling the same in her little sister in the coming years.

Much like her father, Xyla had an affinity for business, focusing on the media industry. She found herself actively watching advertisements, analyzing designs of bus ads and critiquing the production value of commercials for fun. However, her fascination with the industry stemmed from the strategic manipulation that encompassed the entire industry. This genuine interest propelled her into moving from her hometown Chicago, Illinois, to New York, to pursue a Marketing Concentrated Business degree at NYU.

She lived in the city for nearly a decade, where she was in on-and-off relationships that were rocky at best. Everyone saw the flaws in their relationship and her choice in men except for Xyla. She was focused and driven, while the partners she chose were far from. And it wasn’t until she caught her then-boyfriend sleeping with another woman in her bed that Xyla opened her eyes, packed her life and moved across the country.

She’s lived in Eureka, California, for fours years and works as a Digital Marketing Manager and Event Coordinator.

PERSONALITY

Xyla’s mood dramatically depends on the day, the number of emails waiting in her inbox and whether or not she’d had coffee in the morning. To many, Xyla can appear intense, never really bending to fit others’ needs, and not caring much about what others think of her. But if you’re lucky enough to break through her tough shell, she may be one of your best friends.

TLDR:

She’s originally born and raised in Chicago, mood to NYC for college and lived there for nearly a decade. She’s been living in Eureka for 4 years now.

Works as a Digital Marketing Manager and Event Coordinator and loves her jobs. Catch her at fancy client meetings in up-scale restaurants, hosting product launches and hanging with the best of the best

Xyla will speak her mind no matter what. She can seem like kind of a hard-ass, not caring much about anyone else feelings, but she’s a fierce friend once you get to know her.

Huge hopeless romantic though you will never catch her admitting it

Terrified of heights

Lives in Humbolt Hills with her French Bulldog, Mr. Butters

QUOTE: Don’t waste a second of your time convincing other people you’re worth loving.

FUN FACTS:

Leo Sun, Aries Moon, Libra Rising

Terrified of heights

Will do anything for a good eggs benny and latte on a Sunday morning

Hopeless romantic though she is scared of commitment. You can take her on a fancy date, but she’ll still shoo you out of her home before the sun comes up

[adoringshaymitchell]

shaymitchell : Fendi, fashion and flowers oh my