Vanessa ended up leaving earlier than expected.
She found out I was flying back to Cali alone and decided to change her flight date to the same day and time as mine.
Though I'm a grown adult and can manage on my own, the comfort from someone familiar is exactly what I needed.
On the flight back home, she gives me tips and advice on how to act in the interview. She even makes suggestions on what I should wear.
My eyes widen when she suggests a dress with a low V cut.
At the mere idea of it I automatically said thanks but no thanks.
I can figure it out, I'm sure.
I'm on a mission and that's to obtain a job, not show off the goods to my potential co-workers.
We eventually land and I go home and rest and when I mean rest, I mean I do absolutely nothing on the days leading up to the moment that might potentially change my life.
The idea quickly turns out to be a bad one which is ludicrous because these are the moments I look forward to.
The house is quiet.
There is nothing for me to clean, no one else to cook for.
What more could a girl ask for?
Except it turns boring. I'm used to having a house full of family and now it's radio silent.
I watch YouTube videos to pass some time and then decide to bake to fill the hours. It always lifts my mood but after baking a batch too many, the reminder that I'm in this ginormous house alone is depressing.
On the day before my interview I make up my mind.
I'm going to the gym.
Matt will be a great distraction.
I dress in a simple black t-shirt and yoga pants. Put on some sneakers give myself a quick run over in the mirror and once I'm satisfied I drive over.
The commute doesn't take long and when I walk past the gym doors my shoulders sigh with relief, the familiarity hitting me again.
It's been a while.
A long while, in fact.
"Trinity? Is that you?" Matt walks up to me from where he was leaning against the registration counter talking to who appears to be a new employee.
"Hey," I greet with a smile and he tells the male he'll talk to him later before walking over and immediately enveloping me in a tight hug.
"Shit, I missed you. What's it been? Two months?"
"Three." I grin as we pull apart, enjoying seeing a friendly face.
"Fuck," His hazel eyes glint at me, scanning me head to toe but not in a sexual or demeaning way. "You look good. Happy."
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Born to Love You
RomanceTrinity Rosales has one goal in mind: find a job, not a man. As a new grad, Trinity Rosales sets out on applying to jobs and surprisingly gets hired at one of the most famous interior design firms in the city. Except the man she's trying to avoid ha...