The Girl in Manhattan

•Coffee Grains•

Keys rattled and the door to apartment 209 crept open. Kayla's apartment. Organised, clean, and most of all, classic. Whistling, the kettle rattled and poured into the cup of fine coffee grains, whisking up what Kayla likes to call a 'Keep-me-awake' coffee. She sat at the same desk, with the same light, with the same pen, looking for the same job as a publishing director. This time, there was one offering at a local publishing centre that goes by the name of 'Beautifully Published.' Without thinking, she applied for the job whilst letting out a deep, yet hopeful, sigh. Realisation kicked in on how she would have to find a story good enough for the job as she slurped the coffee, from the same coffee cup.

Lights Flickered on the streetlights of Manhattan, slowly going out after each flicker, but bringing a shock of light afterwards. An alert sounded from Kayla's phone, which sat next to her head on the desk. It read 'Flood Warning/Storm Warning.' This was bad, The rain was already pounding against the windows, yet as it did, It got a whole lot worse. Kayla being Kayla, slept through the rain. Rumbling, the thunder roared through the skies with heavy winds crashing against the liquor shop door. Kayla slightly lifted her head off the desk and checked the time on her phone. 3:23am. But instead of noticing the time, she noticed the warnings from all of the news broadcasters in her area. Holding her phone she slouched over the table, listening to the rain and thunder... just listening.

Shortly after she applied for that interview, she got an email from the company. They apologised that they had to tell her this, but the interview was already filled by another person. Closing the email without replying, Kayla sighed, she was used to rejection from companies, but most don't send her a direct email, they usually just never get back to her.