First Love

Chapter Two

     The next morning, my dad dropped me off by the LIRR station on the way to his job. Parker & Son Enterprises was located right across the street from the Empire State building. My reporting office was on the 15th floor. I was feeling a little apprehensive as I approached the building. I had not given myself enough time for my morning coffee at the house, but I noticed a Starbucks next door and made a quick coffee stop.

     I avoided the revolving doors as I sipped my hot coffee and ducked inside the side door. I was about to step inside when suddenly, I collided with someone and spilled my hot coffee all over him.

     "What the fuck!" he screamed.

     I was mortified and scrambled for an apology. "I am sorry, let me help you clean it!" I begged.

     I pulled a stack of napkins from my purse and began to soak the hot liquid from the front of his shirt. Suddenly, we made eye contact. I was instantly mesmerized by his blue eyes which matched his shirt perfectly. I couldn't look away, and it felt as if he were also staring into my hazel-green eyes. It felt like time froze for a moment and felt magical as we kept admiring each other. Everything around us was moving, but we just stood there like statues, not caring for anything around us. All of a sudden, we snapped out of the daze when someone dropped their briefcase behind us. I was about to apologize to him again when he smiled.

     "Hi. My name is James, and it's really ok. You don't have to apologize. I should have been more careful," he smiled.

     I was at a loss for words, so I merely grinned back at him.

     "Could I at least get the name of the beautiful lady that just splashed hot coffee all over me?" he continued.

     "My name is Samantha," I whispered.

     "Samantha," he smiled.

     Before I could say anything else, he excused himself and walked out the door. I thought he would've been really angry with me, but I was so surprised by his reaction and manners that I was touched. Luckily, I had just got splashed on my hand and I wiped it off with the remaining napkins. I shook off the chance meeting and continued to the 15th floor. As the elevators opened, I stepped out and walked up to the front desk. The lady behind the desk directed me to the office on the right where I could see a lady who looked to be in her mid-thirties dressed in black sitting across the desk.

     I took a deep breath and approached her. "Hello, my name is Samantha Jones and I'm the intern."

     "Hi, Ms. Jones, my name is Nicole Patman. I'll be your supervisor," she replied.

     She led me out of her office and introduced me to Melanie, the good looking woman behind the tall desk in the lobby. Melanie looked to be in her late-twenties and seemed very sweet. Mrs. Patman asked Melanie to show me to my assigned cubicle before walking back to her office.

     Melanie led the way to a row of cubicles and showed me a small desk with a computer. She wrote down the username and password on a sticky note and asked if I was familiar with QuickBooks.

     Before I started applying for internships, I had studied for and passed a QuickBooks online training course in order to learn and familiarize myself with programming skills. That information seemed to please Melanie, so she gave me a basic outline of my job description. Thankfully, I understood all of the terminology thanks to three years of accounting credits with a 4.0 grade point average.

     I felt proud for myself. The day passed quickly, and pretty uneventfully. I definitely felt like I belonged. As my first day on the job ended, I gave myself a quick pat on the back. The job seemed like a lot of fun.