What Are the Chances?

Chapter 1 ~ Nora's POV

Since when does it take a person 4 hours to complete a resume? Taking a break, I got up and walked to the bathroom; however, when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a wreck. My brown hair was thrown into a messy braid, my blue eyes strained with redness from staying up late. Even my clothes were giving up on me.
     "Time to go to bed..." I said, snapping my fingers for my cat, June, to follow.
     A few sleepless hours later, I finally went to sleep. For three hours. How can it get any worse?
     I slept through my alarm.
     While miraculously spilling my cereal bowl and almost forgetting to feed June, I somehow managed to throw on some white jeans and a turquoise t-shirt while walking out the door an hour late.
     My hair bouncing in curls from the braid the night before, I walked as quickly and buoyantly as the soccer moms in a TV show. But, once again, it can always get worse. In a matter of seconds the door to a small cafe, RoomFor2, opened up. A tall man holding a tray of coffee collided with me sending the drinks into the air.
     "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I said, slowly backing up. I'm already an hour late, I need to hurry up and get out of here.
     "You're ok. I need to watch where I'm going anyways," he said, his voice low and calm.
     As if it was a dream, he reached out for my arm. Yeah... like it was a dream. He quickly pulled me towards him as a black SUV sped past the road I was retreating towards.
     "T-thank you," I said, my voice hoarse.
     "Anytime. Please, watch where you're going next time." He had a soft smile on his face before he gathered up the tray and his coffee. "I hope to see you around."
     Before I left, we exchanged numbers after a little small-talk. But, now that I was an hour and 45 minutes late for my interview, there was absolutely no point in going.
     Walking back in defeat, I passed the cafe the incident happened at. As if a miracle transpired, in the window was a "Now Hiring" sign.
     "Yes! Haha, yes!" I giggled, the people around me staring as if they had seen a maniac with a knife. I set up an appointment for an interview tomorrow. How lucky. Somehow, a day full of total disparity ended in a successful victory. So far the score was me: one, and life: . . . a thousand.