"Hey, what's up, everyone!" My mouth breaks out into a broad grin as both of my hands start waving towards the smartphone that is in front of me.
"I'm sorry that it's been so long since the last time I uploaded a video. Up until yesterday, I was really occupied with both my assignment and my test. After spending the past two weeks sleeping with heaps of books around me at all times, I have finally been able to get some rest. I'll get back to the main point, which is that I logged into Instagram after a break last night for the first time in a while, and when I saw the amount of people that follow me, I was so surprised that I dropped my phone on the floor. I have one million people following me! I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH! YOU GUYS TOTALLY HAVE MY PERMISSION TO GET A KISS FROM ME!" I cover my mouth with both of my hands and then move them towards the camera while blowing a kiss into my phone.
"I'd like to take this opportunity to reintroduce myself to all of my new pals. Hello, everyone! I'm Chloe Evans. I'm a student of science with 21 years under my belt, and for some reason, I really enjoy baking. It's a pleasure to meet you!" A grin spreads across my face as I raise both my pointer and middle fingers.
"Both of my parents run a bakery shop in the middle of town, therefore I would greatly appreciate it if you could come here and support our business there! Check out the location and the description when you get a chance!" I put my finger on the ground in a way that suggests there are some words down there.
I stopped the recording by pressing the button on the device. I inhaled deeply as I opened my mouth wide and then exhaled slowly. What are my next steps from this point? what should I do next? I look at the list that is written on the mini whiteboard that is attached to the wall while I sip from my tumbler.
It's been five years since I started sharing stuff on social media for the first time. I decide to sign up for a second account on Instagram so that I can publish only content related to baking, which is both my favourite hobby and my career. The gradual increase in the number of followers that occurred over the course of several years inspired me to begin a channel of my own on YouTube. Before continuing with the video, I double-check everything that's on the list once again.
"As I mentioned in the Story I posted to Instagram last night, I'm going to turn today's video into a question and answer session. There are a lot of questions that were dropped by you guys that did take my attention," I chuckled while clutching my chin with one hand and grinning with the other. "One of them is, 'What kind of man would I like to marry?'"
Hm, a date, eh? To tell you the truth, I've never really given much thought to the possibility of being in a relationship before.
I inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly before speaking. "Woahhh, this is really a hot question and get a lot of votes from you guys." What kind of response should I give to this?
Okay, fine, but how about we just be straightforward? "All right, I'll begin with the physical traits. To tell you the truth, I don't mind the face nearly as much as I care that he is tall and has black hair. Specifically, straight black hair. If you're wondering why it's black, it's because everyone else in my family has light-colored hair like blonde and ginger. Therefore, I always keep my fingers crossed that the hair my spouse has would be distinct from the hair my family have,"
"Other than that, I hope to get married to a hardworking and very neat guy who enjoys putting things away in his room and making sure that his house is kept clean at all times. Last but not least, I did find that a guy who loves kids is also nice. I mean, he must be at the very least an affectionate and responsible gentleman, right? Isn't it wonderful?!" I could not help but grin.
I guess it sums up my response for the time being. I've never given much thought to boys before, but if I had to pick one, I'll go with the one who can do things that I either don't want to do or can't do myself.
In spite of the fact that I am a baker, I have a hard time keeping my room tidy. The clothes in the washing basket were piled up so high that they looked like a colourful hill. The pictures on the walls were hung a little bit off-center and seemed to go against each other. There were stacks of books on a shaky shelf, and they looked like they had been read a lot. Some of the bottles on the table were only half full, and there was jewellery that had been left behind and forgotten. The desktop was a little disorganised, with notebooks, art projects, and cosmetics lying all over the place in various places. There was also an open laptop sitting on the top. I could see a few papers sticking out from under all the mess. With its tangled sheets and odd pillows, the bed looked more like a cosy nest than just a place to sleep.
I used to put forth a lot of effort to make my bedroom tidy, but I could never manage to keep it that way. As a result, I devised a strategy to study diligently in order to land a job that offered a good salary and eventually become able to afford a maid for my home.
The peace and quiet of recording, however, was disrupted by an unexpected interruption. My brows furrowed in irritation when I heard a loud, piercing cry that seemed to come from outside the building. Whose baby was that?! My attention was drawn to the window, and I guessed that the sound was coming from next door.