leah cabrera
an urban affair
24/11/11
 
PM me for collabs?
 

“Leah?”, a voice asked, making me look up from the sketches I had been studying. I hated being interrupted when I was working, especially at the end of a month when the deadline for the new issue was coming closer and all the finishing touches had to be made. It was the most stressful time of the months when it came to time management, but the most fulfilling to me, seeing the final work of the whole month take shape in front of me. The rush didn’t leave me any time for other thoughts, which I was thankful for.
 
“Yes?”, I said, barely glancing up. “Robbie wants to see you. Now.” That was all it took for me to let go of my work and finally look up. “Mhh? Did she say what she wanted?”, I asked, quickly going through everything I could have messed up lately. Nothing suspicious came to my mind, other than smoking and drinking in the building. “Nothing, no.” I nodded, standing up and walking to the door. “Thanks, Ri.”
 
I headed to her office, knocking on the door. Once she answered I opened the door and stepped inside, “You wanted to speak to me?” She looked up from the work she had been doing, smiling as she saw me. “Darling, come in. Don’t you just look fabulous. Let me guess, Louboutin?”, she said, motioning towards my boots. I grinned, sitting down on one of the chairs in front of her desk. “Only the best of the best.”
 
“I need to ask you for a favor … again”, she said, a mischievous smile forming on her lips. I raised an eyebrow, something was up. “Mhh? What are you up to, Ronnie?” She chuckled, “Well, do you remember Mr. Noah Fisher?” Even the mention of his name made something in me tinkle. Hell yeah, I remembered him. You can’t forgot those eyes easily. “Wasn’t he that … CEO? Advertisment?”, I replied nonchalantly. She nodded, now brightly grinning, “Apparently he remembers you better than you do remember him. “ I raised an eyebrow, “How so?”
 
“Well, we have the party tomorrow, right? He will be attending and he asked whether we could send one of our staff over to his place first to help him with getting ready because it’s his first fashion related public appearance and he would like to make a good impression.” I grinned. Whatever, that man could show up in a garbage bag and look better than everyone else in the room. “And then he said he’d like you to do that because you seemed to be good at doing your thing.”
 
There were few times were I was speechless, but this was probably one of those where I came close to it. He was such a bad liar it was almost adorable. “Are you proud of me, boss?”, I replied. She raised an eyebrow, “Are you kidding me? I’m not stupid, Leah. What have you done to the guy?” I grinned, “Nothing, I swear.” She shrugged, a smirk on her face. “This is his address. The party starts at 7, he’ll except you there at around five.”
 

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“Of course, the penthouse”, I muttered as I waited for the elevator to arrive. I quickly glanced at my reflection in the mirror, making sure my trousers were sitting right, every strand of my bedhead hair was in its right place and that my make up was still as perfect as it had looked while putting it on. No, I wasn’t nervous, I was simply enjoying this a little bit too much.
 
The familiar bing! interrupted my thoughts and I looked at the door, waiting for them to open. They opened to reveal him standing there, dressed casually in a white shirt and jeans, looking as gorgeous as he did the other time. I stepped out of the elevator, “Hello.”
 
“Hello, Leah”, he replied, my name sounding just a bit special coming from him. “Thanks for coming.” I nodded, taking a look around. “I couldn’t leave you helpless.” He grinned like a guilty schoolboy, “Thank you … for helping me.” I shrugged, “Shall we start?” He nodded quickly, taking a step back and walking into the penthouse, motioning for me to follow him.
 
The penthouse was huge and everything but a bachelor pad. It was clean, it was organized, it was tasteful. And it had a huge bar. Big bonus. “What can I get you?”, he asked, stepping behind the counter. I pulled myself up onto one of the bar stools, putting my stuff on the one next to me. “Vodka.” He raised an eyebrow, “Pure vodka?” I shrugged, “I like it.”
 
He grabbed a bottle and poured me a drink. I loved the burn it left in my throat. “Why are you doing all of this, Mr. Fisher?”, I asked, looking at him. He leaned against the counter, looking back at me. “I need help. I heard you’re a good fashion editor, I figured you’d be a good stylist and general guidance when it comes to the fashion world. You have them all wrapped around your finger.” He smiled calmly, provocatively.
 
“Thank you, but bullshit.” He raised an eyebrow, not sure what to say but then he chuckled. I smirked. “You were wearing tailored Armani jeans, a tailored Lanvin blazer and shoes by Louboutin. You know one hell of a lot about dressing.” Now he was speechless, staring at me. “You really are excellent, they weren’t exaggerating!”
 
I smiled, “I’m still waiting for an answer, Mr. Fisher.” And then the most awkward, incredible, insane, adorable thing ever happened: he blushed. Now I was speechless. He blushed. I never blushed. I leaned in closer, just to make sure that it wasn’t some switch in lighting but no, he was in fact blushing.
 
“Let’s just start, okay?”
 
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I applied another coat of mascara and then I looked at myself. I was one sexy mama. I quickly put my stuff bag in the bag, checked myself once again in the mirror and then I left the bathroom, looking around the Penthouse searching for him.
 
He was standing next to the glass wall, his back towards me. When he heard me coming he turned around, his face lighting up, a small smile forming on his lips. He looked gorgeous, just drop dead gorgeous. In a custom made Lanvin suit, a white shirt and a champagne colored tie. His hair was tamed with a barely there amount of gel, his face shaven, his teeth pearly white … he looked like some Greek god.
 
“You look beautiful”, he finally brought out, walking towards me. “Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.”
 
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“And remember, men wearing floral prints are not necessarily gay, they are just fashionable. And people are really touchy. Never refuse a drink, rarely accept food. And look for the small details.” He nodded, listening to me intently. Before we left the limo, he turned around to me, smiling again.
 
“Thank you for helping me today.” I smiled back, “My pleasure, Mr. Fisher. But the night hasn’t even started yet.” He nodded, stepping out of the car. I could immediately hear the flash bulbs, which was expected. He was one of the most eligible, known bachelors of New York, the tabloids went crazy for any sniff of him.
 
I followed him out of the car, causing another paparazzi frenzy. I wasn’t a tabloid star, I stayed on the fashion pages. But I had a feeling my arrival here with him would change that.
 
And I didn’t mind it one bit.
 
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It was, as expected, spectacular. We had worked so hard on planning this party, everyone had put so much effort in it. Money, time, nerves had gone into planning this and now it was all worth it. Once we entered the room I let go of his arm, suddenly very well aware of all the glances. I knew all those people, which made this whole thing even worse.
 
“Mr. Fisher! Leah!”, Ronnie’s voice came from somewhere and then she was already floating towards us, looking gorgeous in a Balmain dress. I smiled at her. “Mission accomplished, boss.” She smiled, “Mr. Fisher, did everything go smoothly?” He nodded, smiling at me. “Yes. I can fully understand the hype about her now.”
 
“Of course, she’s wonderful. Would you mind joining me, though? I would like to introduce you to a few people, if that’s okay with you.” I wasn’t really used to Ronnie being all professional to someone. We had a wonderful relationship, not exactly like a traditional boss – employee one. It was one of the best things about my job position.
 
He nodded, turning to me, “If you excuse us?” He was too polite for words. He was just the polar opposite of … whatever. “Of course. I’ll see you around Mr. Fisher.” I watched them walk away, then I turned around to go mingle. As much as I hated socializing and asking about babies, new homes, engagements, gossip, but it was part of the job. I despised it, mostly because it reminded me of how stuck I was. Everyone’s life was moving, while I was still recovering.
 
I turned around, heading to the bar. It felt a lot more welcoming to me.

(this was supposed to be an audition but since i gave up on that, i'll just misuse the set. i was excited for this character -.-)
 
HEY GUYS!
i've disappeared lately, i know. and sorry for that but i've had one hell of two weeks at school that were anything but enjoyable or anything even close to positive so i had absolutely no time for polyvore.
for now, exams are over. (not exactly but art exams don't really count, right?) and i have until the beginning of next months when everything comes crashing again.
i'll try my best to get a leah set out for urban affair because i DO like this character and whatever i've planned for her, so i'd like to somehow keep her alive. i hope the mods can understand that :) @little-miss-rae @keziahh
 
i hope you guys are having a better time :)

happy, happy birthday love!
 
oh my god, where do i begin? we started talking over a year ago and ever since we've been inseparable! you're amazing and i am so lucky to know someone like you, even if it's 'just' on polyvore.
 
THANK you for being amazing!
 
i wish you all the best and may all your wishes come true! you absolutely deserve the best
 
I LOVE YOU,
layla!
 
[i stalked way back to that dress! and look at the gorgeousness of mila and james wishing you all the best]

Leah Cabrera, 23
"pretty eyed, pirate smile, and now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my head"
Likes: coffee, New York City, rainy weather, fashion, vintage cars, her apartment, photo collages, breakfast, quality time with friends, music, old b/w movies, high heels
Dislikes: ueber-hyper people, bad hygiene, pretending, greasy food, ignorance, low standards, the color orange, bad manicures, lying politicians, cakey make up
Style: minimalistic, sophisticated with edgy statement pieces
Job: Fashion Editor At ELLE
Bio: Leah isn’t one to be messed with. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in that everything-but-loveydovey atmosphere shaped her into becoming the person she is now. Something about the way she moves, the way people treat her will show that she’s not just some gorgeous girl with fashionable clothes and money. There’s a lot more to her than meets the eye, a lot more than what she allows the world in.
From early on she’s learned that in this world you have no one to depend on but yourself. She’s a one-woman-army. She’s got herself and that’s all she needs. Strength, intelligence and determination make her such a valuable co-worker, but it’s her sarcasm and individualism that make her stand out. She does her own thing, not taking in consideration what people will think of her or her actions.
But she’s also a human, a very complex, intriguing one. That desire to be perfect? Fear of imperfections. Of not being enough. Does that tough as nails woman need support and someone to lean on? Definitely. Would she ever admit it? Over her dead body.
Instead of going through the hussle and fussle of letting people in and being hurt she pushes everyone away, relying solemnly on herself. But whoever manages to break that shell will be surprised. Having her on your side is a blessing. Having her against you? Hell will seem inviting. She’s worked her way up and it wasn’t easy. She has no intention of letting anything or anyone get in her way. Whatever it takes, she’ll fight. She knows what she wants, she has what it takes and that’s all that matters. For now.
Storyboard: http://www.polyvore.com/someday_you_will_find_me/set?id=38539749
Dating Status: Single
Model: Rosie Huntington Whiteley
Collection: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=1177276
Taken by: @savethemadness

leah cabrera
an urban affair
03/11/11
 
[PM me if you'd like to collab? i'd love to!
oh, and leah needs some friends/enemies, etc so if you want to, let me know]
 

I was sitting at my desk, my laptop in front of me, in the midst of an organized chaos of pictures, notes and my meal for the moment – a Häagen-Daz Coffee ice cream, a large coffee from Starbucks, numerous cigarettes and a Vodka bottle to spice the coffee up.
It was a Wednesday and everyone was in Central Park, watching the parade and socializing, while I was enjoying the quality time alone in the office. There was nothing better than having the whole Elle headquarter all to yourself, or at least in my world there wasn’t and I refused to look beyond my world.
I was responding to an E-Mail when I suddenly heard footsteps outside the closed door of the fashion department. Maybe someone had forgotten something here and had come to pick it up. Or the cleaning staff. I quickly closed the Vodka bottle, throwing it in my Lanvin bag with the pack of cigarettes. I jumped up, rushing to the window to open it and back to my chair, sitting down at the same moment as the door opened.
“And this, Mr Fisher, is the fashion de-“, the voice of my boss broke off as I caught her sight. “Leah? What are you doing here?”
I wanted to ask her the same question but the presence of a handsome man by her side kind of answered that. I’d been coming here almost every free day in order to enjoy the empty office to myself and I’d never seen her come here. He must’ve been someone important, that Mr. Fisher.
He looked important, in a dressed down, casual way. He was wearing a pair of well fitted, darkwashed jeans of obvious high quality, a white V-Neck that stood out against his tan skin and a grey blazer.
Before I could further investigate the handsome stranger I remembered my boss’ presence and quickly acted surprised. “Nice seeing you as well, Robbie”, I replied, smiling at her.
“Good morning, darling. Are you working too much again?”, she replied, a smirk forming on her face. I didn’t reply, now looking at the stranger again. “Oh, how could I? Mr. Fisher, this is Leah Cabrera, one of our highly acclaimed fashion editors. Leah, can I introduce you to Mr. Fisher?”
He was tall, and even though I couldn’t exactly tell his clothes hinted at some serious kick ass muscles. His dark hair was complimenting those gorgeous blue eyes that were now looking at me. A smile curved his lips, making him seem overall perfect now.
“My pleasure”, his deep, warm voice interrupted my thoughts.
I nodded, not moving from my seat. “Hello, Mr. Fisher.”
“Oh, you know what? This is actually perfect! I was just telling Mr. Fisher how sad it was that I had to leave so unexpected and not finish the tour, but now that you are here you could do that, right?”
I hated the fact that someone was interrupting my perfectly planned out day, but somehow those eyes were making up for that. “Tour of the headquarter?”
She nodded, “Yes. Mr. Fisher is the CEO of the advertising company we are about to close a deal with, aren’t we?” Her words were addressed at him.
He smiled, a smile that seemed genuine but wasn’t giving away anything. I could tell he was one hell of a good business man. “We have time.”
Yikes. He was tough. Robbie laughed, being a tough business woman herself. She then looked at me, “Will you?”
I nodded, standing up to walk around the desk. He smelled good, clean and manly without being overwhelming. “Don’t worry about it.”
She smiled at me, squeezing my hand, “Thank you, love. I am really sorry Mr. Fisher but don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”
“I wouldn’t doubt that.”
Again, she smiled. “Good then, I’ll leave you two alone then. I’ll call you.” With that she left.
 
“I hope we’re not bothering you.”
I turned around so I was facing him now. “Not at all, Mr. Fisher.”
“Noah. Please call me Noah.”
I didn’t answer, “I’d say we get started?”
“After you.”
I walked out of the door, heading left. “Anything particular you’re interested in seeing? We wouldn’t want to waste your precious time.”
He chuckled, “I have time.”
Alright, I’d tried. I pushed the door open, walking into the big room that was the office of he beauty department. “Accessories, beauty and fashion department have a big office each for all the editors and then other rooms for each individual need.”
“You seem to have a nice relation with your boss”, he said, following me.
I acted surprised, “You could tell? This,” I said, pushing the door open, “is our fashion heaven. We get a lot of samples from designers or some we order. This room is constantly changing because clothes come and go every day.”
“Do you like working here?”, he asked when we left the ‘closet’.
“I didn’t know you were here to ask about my personal satisfaction”, I replied, walking ahead of him.
“You work here. Your personal satisfaction says a lot about how this business here works.”
I bit down on my lip, not answering. “All the offices here are smaller and mostly for maximum three workers each. The legal team, PR and so on work here.”
“Seems like a nice work atmosphere.”
I shrugged, “It is. This place … has no purpose, actually. We’ve turned it into a community room, I guess. It’s for parties, for breaks, for a midday nap. It’s mult-purpose.”
Here is when he stepped into the room, looking around. “What’s your favorite movie?”, he asked, looking at the shelf with all the DVDs.
“Rebel without a cause.”
“James Dean fan, hm?”
I nodded. Nothing over James Dean and that sex-hair.
“Do you think the end of the world will come at nighttime?”
“Uh-huh, at dawn”, I replied, smiling. That movie was my weakness.
He walked to the wall which we had turned into a memory album. Pictures from parties, from fashion shows, from days at the office, random pictures and even a picture of Sally’s dog.
“Red suits you.”
Alright, how was it possible to hate him? I tried my best not to smile, not even responding.
“Smiling doesn’t exactly cause death.”
Now I smiled and he saw it, a winning smile curving his lips.
“Anything else you’d like to see, Mr. Fisher?”, I asked, turning around so he couldn’t see my smile.
“Other than you smiling … not really.”
“Then I guess we’re done here.”
He followed me to the elevator. “Thank you for that lovely time, Leah.” And he wasn’t even sarcastic.
“I’m expecting good news concerning that deal.”
He smiled, “Doesn’t exactly seem like you’d enjoy working with me.”
“Business has nothing to do with personal issues.”
“Well, you see Ms Cabrera, I see a lot more in life than just business.” The elevator arrived and after smiling at me again, he walked inside. “See you around, Leah.”
I turned around, walking back to the fashion department. I was in no mood to work anymore. I looked at the clock, I still had time. I grabbed my bag and headed back to the elevator.
If I hurried, I could even catch part of the parade.

Leah Cabrera, 23
"pretty eyed, pirate smile, and now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my head"
Likes: coffee, New York City, rainy weather, fashion, vintage cars, her apartment, photo collages, breakfast, quality time with friends, music, old b/w movies, high heels
Dislikes: ueber-hyper people, bad hygiene, pretending, greasy food, ignorance, low standards, the color orange, bad manicures, lying politicians, cakey make up
Style: minimalistic, sophisticated with edgy statement pieces
Job: Fashion Editor At ELLE
Bio: Leah isn’t one to be messed with. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in that everything-but-loveydovey atmosphere shaped her into becoming the person she is now. Something about the way she moves, the way people treat her will show that she’s not just some gorgeous girl with fashionable clothes and money. There’s a lot more to her than meets the eye, a lot more than what she allows the world in.
From early on she’s learned that in this world you have no one to depend on but yourself. She’s a one-woman-army. She’s got herself and that’s all she needs. Strength, intelligence and determination make her such a valuable co-worker, but it’s her sarcasm and individualism that make her stand out. She does her own thing, not taking in consideration what people will think of her or her actions.
But she’s also a human, a very complex, intriguing one. That desire to be perfect? Fear of imperfections. Of not being enough. Does that tough as nails woman need support and someone to lean on? Definitely. Would she ever admit it? Over her dead body.
Instead of going through the hussle and fussle of letting people in and being hurt she pushes everyone away, relying solemnly on herself. But whoever manages to break that shell will be surprised. Having her on your side is a blessing. Having her against you? Hell will seem inviting. She’s worked her way up and it wasn’t easy. She has no intention of letting anything or anyone get in her way. Whatever it takes, she’ll fight. She knows what she wants, she has what it takes and that’s all that matters. For now.
Storyboard: http://www.polyvore.com/someday_you_will_find_me/set?id=38539749
Dating Status: Single
Model: Rosie Huntington Whiteley
Collection: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=1177276
Taken by: @savethemadness

leah cabrera
an urban affair
22/10/11
 
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Leah Cabrera, 23
"pretty eyed, pirate smile, and now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my head"
Likes: coffee, New York City, rainy weather, fashion, vintage cars, her apartment, photo collages, breakfast, quality time with friends, music, old b/w movies, high heels
Dislikes: ueber-hyper people, bad hygiene, pretending, greasy food, ignorance, low standards, the color orange, bad manicures, lying politicians, cakey make up
Style: minimalistic, sophisticated with edgy statement pieces
Job: Fashion Editor At ELLE
Bio: Leah isn’t one to be messed with. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in that everything-but-loveydovey atmosphere shaped her into becoming the person she is now. Something about the way she moves, the way people treat her will show that she’s not just some gorgeous girl with fashionable clothes and money. There’s a lot more to her than meets the eye, a lot more than what she allows the world in.
From early on she’s learned that in this world you have no one to depend on but yourself. She’s a one-woman-army. She’s got herself and that’s all she needs. Strength, intelligence and determination make her such a valuable co-worker, but it’s her sarcasm and individualism that make her stand out. She does her own thing, not taking in consideration what people will think of her or her actions.
But she’s also a human, a very complex, intriguing one. That desire to be perfect? Fear of imperfections. Of not being enough. Does that tough as nails woman need support and someone to lean on? Definitely. Would she ever admit it? Over her dead body.
Instead of going through the hussle and fussle of letting people in and being hurt she pushes everyone away, relying solemnly on herself. But whoever manages to break that shell will be surprised. Having her on your side is a blessing. Having her against you? Hell will seem inviting. She’s worked her way up and it wasn’t easy. She has no intention of letting anything or anyone get in her way. Whatever it takes, she’ll fight. She knows what she wants, she has what it takes and that’s all that matters. For now.
Storyboard: http://www.polyvore.com/someday_you_will_find_me/set?id=38539749
Dating Status: Single
Model: Rosie Huntington Whiteley
Collection: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=1177276
Taken by: @savethemadness
 

T H E F A M I L Y
 
Avery Gauge, 42
Avery’s story is one of those, that would have inspired a Guns ‘N Roses song. She was beautiful, something that got her into a lot of trouble. She was born into an unstable family that couldn’t offer any security to their daughter. She was always an outsider, always alone, somehow strong and independent. But it wasn’t true and it showed when at the age of 12, she tried committing suicide. Her family didn’t take notice of this, considering it simple teenage rebellion. Only five years later, after numerous worrying events, was she diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Still, her environment didn’t in any way support her and it wasn’t a surprise, when at the age of nineteen she fell head over heels for a way older guy and got pregnant.
She wanted to offer her daughter a different environment than the one she had, but she wasn’t capable of beating her disorder. She lived her whole life with the constant guilt, that she was just a burden on her daughter and eventually decided leaving would be a better option.
 

Caleb Cabrera, 48
Caleb was one of those children, that organizations try to save and whose existence you try to overlook. He’s never been one to talk, so Leah has never had a chance to find out what made him tick the way he did. Her mother tried to blame it on his family, but Leah could never forget that he could have gotten her mother to stay, but instead he’d driven her away.
They’d always had a strained relationship, but it got worse when her mother left. His drinking habits got worse, the random women at the flat kept coming and the constant hurtful words.
Ever since she left his place, she’s never had any contact with her dad anymore and even though she expected it to be easy, it turned out harder than she thought it would. But what can a little girl do, if her father doesn’t want anything to do with his daughter?
 

 
T H E P A S T
 
Noah Smiths, 24
Job: Unknown
Bio: Noah, with those dreamy eyes, those washboard abs, that messy sex-hair. Noah, with his ability to get heartbeats racing, to make heads turn. Noah, with his ability to make Leah lose her head and let herself go, let herself fall in love with the devil himself. It started out with a harmless crush, and turned out to be the most intense, actual love she’d ever experience up until now.
Their relationship was far from perfect, both of them being such dynamic, stubborn, young people. They clashed a lot and they made up a lot. It was exactly how first loves were, innocent, passionate and so captivating. Moody, mysterious, always pushing and pulling. He was her shoulder to lean on, the best friend she was in love with.
The last time she saw him was before her departure for Paris and let’s just say, it didn’t go well. Ever since, they haven’t been in any kind of contact. Not a day goes by without her thinking about him, and going through all those What Ifs.
Dating Status: Unknown
Model: Jared Leto
 

 
T H E P R E S E N T
 
Cole Fisher, 26
Job: CEO of Fisher & Co
Bio: Cole was born the eldest son to the high society power couple Fisher. The expectations were high, but Cole never seemed to have trouble making his family proud and keeping the family image clean. His life had been planned out for him; graduate a private school with a 4.0, get into Harvard and then take over the family company.
He didn’t disappoint the world, he excelled. Everything seemed to come easily to him, the golden boy everyone was so proud of. He’s never complained, either, being quite happy with whatever he has. But lately, his parents have been stressing him about getting into a serious relationship and the pressure coming from the media has definitely effected him.
What could it be, that’s keeping this golden boy from ticking that last box off? Failure, the only failure he’s ever known in his life. He might be smart, but when it comes to women he hasn’t had such luck. Could a Leah Cabrera change that? She’s caught his eye, and well, that’s the first step.
Dating: Single, but interested in Leah
Model: Henry Cavill

Leah Cabrera, 23
"pretty eyed, pirate smile, and now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my head"
Likes: coffee, New York City, rainy weather, fashion, vintage cars, her apartment, photo collages, breakfast, quality time with friends, music, old b/w movies, high heels
Dislikes: ueber-hyper people, bad hygiene, pretending, greasy food, ignorance, low standards, the color orange, bad manicures, lying politicians, cakey make up
Style: minimalistic, sophisticated with edgy statement pieces
Job: Fashion Editor At ELLE
Bio: Leah isn’t one to be messed with. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in that everything-but-loveydovey atmosphere shaped her into becoming the person she is now. Something about the way she moves, the way people treat her will show that she’s not just some gorgeous girl with fashionable clothes and money. There’s a lot more to her than meets the eye, a lot more than what she allows the world in.
From early on she’s learned that in this world you have no one to depend on but yourself. She’s a one-woman-army. She’s got herself and that’s all she needs. Strength, intelligence and determination make her such a valuable co-worker, but it’s her sarcasm and individualism that make her stand out. She does her own thing, not taking in consideration what people will think of her or her actions.
But she’s also a human, a very complex, intriguing one. That desire to be perfect? Fear of imperfections. Of not being enough. Does that tough as nails woman need support and someone to lean on? Definitely. Would she ever admit it? Over her dead body.
Instead of going through the hussle and fussle of letting people in and being hurt she pushes everyone away, relying solemnly on herself. But whoever manages to break that shell will be surprised. Having her on your side is a blessing. Having her against you? Hell will seem inviting. She’s worked her way up and it wasn’t easy. She has no intention of letting anything or anyone get in her way. Whatever it takes, she’ll fight. She knows what she wants, she has what it takes and that’s all that matters. For now.
Storyboard: http://www.polyvore.com/someday_you_will_find_me/set?id=38539749
Dating Status: Single
Model: Rosie Huntington Whiteley
Collection: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=1177276
Taken by: @savethemadness
 
“What the f*ck happened to us?”
I looked up from the Avocado I was cutting in small pieces, a startled expression on my face. “Bri, what do you mean? What’s wrong?”
She shrugged, continuing to stir the boiling noodles. “Oh, I don’t know. Don’t you find it a little bit odd that it’s a Friday night and we are spending the night at your place, cooking and watching old Audrey Hepburn movies?”
She let go of the noodles and leaned against the counter so that we were facing each other.
“And you know what’s the worst thing?”
“What?”
“That I was actually looking forward to this!”
Okay, now I was absolutely lost. “That’s a good thing, right?”
“Nooohohoo! It’s not! Doesn’t it worry you?”
“At this very moment, YOU are worrying me.”
“You can’t be happy about this! We’re in our early twenties, we’re both gorgeous and it’s our weekend! And we choose to spend it cooking and watching movies? How lame are we? What will we be doing when we are, say … over thirty?” Her voice had gotten louder and higher pitched, with a shocked facial expression to match her crisis.
I shrugged, “I don’t know? I mean, we both work. All.week.long. It’s perfectly understandable that we just want to stay home and relax, after such a stressful week.”
“Noo! We’re not supposed to be like this. We’re supposed to be young, and sexy and … and on fire. We’re supposed to be having fun, hanging out with gorgeous guys and letting them buy us drinks. Have we become such workaholics that we can’t even have fun?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t be such a drama queen. We’re not lame, and we’re not workaholics. We’re just … exhausted. We’ll make up for it next weekend.”
“It’s not about this week, or the next one, or the one in seven months. It’s about the whole situation, about our whole life. It’s not how I wanted it to be.”
I pushed myself up so I was sitting on the counter now. “Are you having a midlife crisis at the age of 23?”
“How can you take this so easily? Aren’t you worried in any kind of way?”
“No, no I’m not. And I don’t think you should be, either. You said it yourself. We’re young and gorgeous and free. We still have so much time ahead of us, we don’t have to waste it worrying about our thirty-year-old-selves.”
“So, you want to tell me you’re happy?”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely, completely, utterly happy?”
“Yes.”
“You find it perfectly normal that we both chose cooking and movies over dressing up, going to a party, meeting some guy with a brasilian accent and doing something crazy?”
I bit down on my lip to keep myself from smiling, but I couldn’t. “Bri … are you simply just, oh, I don’t know … horny?”
She stared at me, caught off guard, before the corner of her lips started twitching and she started laughing. I smirked, silently watching her laugh and laugh and laugh, until she started to calm down.
“Oh my … how dare you?”, she finally pressed out, her voice still shaking.
I grinned, “Am I right?”
She bit down on her lip, slightly looking down, looking both guilty and mischievous at the same time. “You so are”, she finally replied.
“Good. I was worried it was something serious.”
She shrugged, turning back around to look at the noodles again. “Isn’t that something serious?”
“It’s not the end of the world. You’ve been on a dry spell for what, three months?”
“Five”, she corrected quickly.
“Whatever. It’ll be over soon.”
“How am I supposed to meet The One in your kitchen?”
“Weeell … I do admit that might be a little bit hard, but why don’t you try to balance it out? Let’s relax today, just the two of us, no men, and tomorrow we can go out and shake up this little town?”
“Your attitude is killing me, but yes. Only if I can borrow that new Hervé Léger dress?”
I smiled, glad we had gotten through that conversation. I was hungry and I had been looking forward to this meal ever since I’d found the recipe a long time ago. “Deal.”
“If you throw in those Louboutins …”, she trailed off.
“Don’t push it.”
“Alright. Let’s talk about you.”
Before I could even control it, I could feel my heart racing off. There it was again, that pain in my chest. I wasn’t just tired of this discussion, I didn’t even want to get into that territory. I tried to fight it, but his image immediately popped up in my head. Not that it ever left, but I could see him right in front of me. Those intense eyes. That feeling I got when his hair brushed against my face when we made out. That rollercoaster of feelings he put me on. The way I’d loved him.
“LEAH!”
I flinched, looking up at her again. “Mh?”
“Are you okay?”
I stared at her, trying to recollect myself. I quickly smiled, nodding. “Of course. Sorry.”
“What were you thinking about?”, she asked, walking over to where I had been cutting the avocados. She took a piece in her mouth, still looking at me for an answer.
“Oh, just what I’ll be wearing tomorrow. Any clue?”
She smiled, quickly forgetting about my little trip. “Yeeees! So we ARE going out tomorrow?”
“Of course! I promised, right?”
Her smile grew even wider, “Let’s go pick out an outfit for you!”, she said, taking me by the hand and pulling me behind her to the room where I kept all my clothes.
“We could go to the hairdresser tomorrow morning? And our nails! Let’s do it all tomorrow! I wanna go all the way!”
“Whatever you want, babe.” I was just happy my mind could get a break from Noah for a while.