I walked into my apartment tossing my saddle bag onto the ground. Today had been full of nit-picking over EVERY detail on EVERY garment. It was exhausting to say the least. I walked over to the coffe table where I spread out the mail I had just picked up on my way in. Bills... a catalog ... more bills ... and .. Oh a letter from Trend. Of course the draft! I had almost forgotten he was sending it to me. I eagerly tore through the envelope to reveal the draft. I quickly tossed all the other mail aside as I laid out the papers and began to read it.
Manehatten, a city of inspiration and design.... I skipped a few sentences until I saw my name .... An aspiring new designer, Coco Pommel.... I skimmed over what he wrote ... unique taste and a bold style ... Oh how wonderful, he had like my line! ... will meet much success and a bright future... I went to turn the page when a smaller piece of paper fell from the pile. Reaching down, I picked it up and read it.
Coco, during all our times together, I have come to really enjoy your company and realized that I have never met some pony quite like you, I feel this connection that I have never felt with any pony else and if you feel the same way I be waiting in Central Park at the same bench on Monday morning, if not just send back the draft with your criticism of it written down and it should be in the papers within the month. So what do you say?
Trend
I dropped the note as thoughts tumbled around in my head. .... what?
Was he asking me out? He liked me? Was I happy or sad about this? Was this all to quick and crazy? Or did this all make perfect sense?