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𝘫𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘩, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺
"HEY, SO I HAVE AN INTERVIEW NEXT MONDAY, and I know you're busy, but I really don't want to go alone. Hold my hand?" The rushed sentences, the soft tone, the way her voice conveyed just how much she needed this, how could he say no?
Charlie sat in silence on his end, "is you asking me to 'hold your hand' your way of asking me to go with you?"
"I'm sorry, did you want me to beg?" Eden sassed, her brows raised and pushed together.
"Eden Ani Shais, we both know you don't do that." He retorted, his tone equally as attitude filled as hers, "and I'll be there. Text me."
"Charlie Ray Bushnell, I could kiss you right now. Mwah." The phone call ended, yet the words remained. Eden didn't mean to say them— well, yes, she did.
Platonically. Of course.
That was the call that lead Charlie to taking her to her first ever interview today.
Eden shifted in her seat, one foot hooked under the other, hands fiddling in her lap at the hem of her dress.
Lighting crew fixed the light on her, and the nerves only intensified from that point on.
Her eyes remained on Charlie, they begged him to take her from here— the two participating in a silent conversation.
Charlie told her she had this, she looked amazing, then his hand brushed his shoulder— telling her, her hair was off.
Eden rolled her eyes, committed to fixing it anyway.
"Eden, smile!" Charlie moved to stand right in front of her, he hunched slightly to be levelled with her, a digital camera in his hand.
The girl complied, giving him the prettiest smile she could gather.
He snapped the pic, looking like a proud father capturing some sort of achievement. Eden now understood why everyone called him grandpa.
That was such a grandpa thing to do.
Staff handed Eden a stack of cards, written on them questions of variety. They explained the concept of the interview and let her make last minute touches before the camera was rolling.
Eden sent one last ditch attempt, a final plead to which Charlie denied, shaking his head.
"Three, two— one." The camera man counted her down, and without fail— Eden's original nerves were masked by a happy, confident persona.
