"I could never have chemistry with a man like that."
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THAT WENT REALLY WELL.
Incase you couldn't tell that was sarcasm. It's been a few days since the chemistry read from hell and Polinas come to peace with the fact that she wasn't going to get the role.
Which may seem a bit extreme but she's had enough experience to note two things that were wrong. One, the lady was taking way too many notes. And two, the call ended shorter than usual.
"My guess is that they loved you." Oliver's voice was raised a little as he spoke from Polinas dining room table. "They probably thought 'yup, this is what I'm looking for' and didn't need to see more. It's like a job interview."
From her place in the kitchen, Polina let out a laugh. Continuing her task of mixing a salad she replied. "Your optimism always leaves me impressed, Oliver."
"You're welcome."
"Besides," Polina continued, now grabbing the large bowl and carrying it over to the table where the rest of their dinner sat. Then she followed, finding a spot across from Oliver. "There's no way I could ever have chemistry with a man like that."
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"It was so weird." She groaned. "I never was not professional before and I've been doing this a long time."
It was true. During the whole call she was very aware of what she was doing. But she didn't care, she couldn't stop herself from falling into his little game.
"Well maybe that's saying something."
The smirk on her friends face was suggesting something else. In return, Polina pointed her fork at him threateningly.