A2

Beginning

"Hey."

I said on the phone and pressed it with my ear to my shoulder as I searched through my closest, looking for something to wear.

"So about that job I suggested you... They're still hiring, Ann, and it really isn't that bad as you believe."

I rolled my eyes, annoyed that Sarah was talking about a job as a waitress again, even though she knew I wasn't interested at all.

"The payment is good, the guests are pretty much okay and fun to talk with. Well expect Marco.
You remember the one I was complaining about, who is still living with his parents in his late forties, but always trying to flirt with the waitresses, clearly having no idea that just the fact that he's still living with his mommy and daddy makes him totally unattractive?"

"There you have it. Nodding my head and pretending as he was being interesting, just because I'm hoping to get a good tip, is bad, Sarah.
It's just not who I am. I can't pretend with people."

I said calmly as I pulled my long cotton dress out of the closet.
It's a white, not so tight, but with a plunging neckline dress.
I started pulling it on, hoping it doesn't show too much.

Not that I have big boobs to show.

"Then fucking learn it, Ann! Do you want to end up like the dude Marco?"

"God, no!"

Just the thought of working in a bar terrified me. I'm not comfortable to flirt with men in oder to get something from them and that's exactly what Sarah's boss is expecting from his waitresses.
To flirt their ass off just to make men coming daily to the bar and leave a large figure of money.
Sarah seems to be okay with it as long as the flirting stays harmless.

Even though we became good friends, me and her are nothing alike.
She's a tall, gorgeous woman with long black hair, long eyelashes and baby blue eyes. She's highly confident in herself and enjoys the attention every man is giving her.

Not that I blame her because let's face it, I would probably act the same if I was a natural goddess like her.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I have low self-esteem, but I'm clearly lacking on some.

I swallowed a huge lump in my throat and said...

"Okay."

"Ann, just think about it...
Wait, what did you just say?"

Sarah asked surprised.

"Ask your boss if we can arrange a job interview this week. You're right, I'm not in a position to choose, it's not like I'm having other options at the time and like you said the payment is good, so maybe it's time I stop being paranoid and go for it."

"That's the spirit! I'll let you know the details."

Sarah said and we soon hung up.
I glanced in the mirror, scanning my body in this white dress from head to toe. I turned to the side and lifted my ass a little to have a better look at it.

Okay, maybe I don't look bad after all.

I put my favourite red lipstick on, tied my long brown hair in a ponytail, took the bag with my laptop inside and left the apartment.

***

I'm in my second semester and have been living in New York for the past six months.

It was hard to ajust not only to a big city, but also to being a student. The books we are using are a lot thicker than the ones in high school and when I say a lot, I mean up to three thousand pages.