Bent. | h.s

the interview.

so I know my writing kinda(totally) sucks but I promise you it'll get better so just bear with me pleasee

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everybody here was someone else before.

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"We should go skydiving." Adam said excitingly as he looked outside the window.

"No."

"Why not?" he huffed, shutting the plane window and sinking back in his seat, pouting.

"Because, Adam, we're here to work." I say for the fifth time since we've gotten on the plane.

"Are you trying to tell me that people from the National Geographic don't do fun stuff on their job trips?"

"We're not National Geographic."

"Exactly!" Adam yells, slamming his hand on his arm rest and earning himself a glare from the stewardess. "Sorry! -that's exactly what I mean, Cass. We're not that professional so what could be the harm in a little fun, ey?"

"If we want to be as good as them, we should be more professional with our work." I say trying to sound stern but crack up laughing at the end of my sentence as he glares at me.

"I think even Boss knows we'll never be like them. H.ell, we're not even a scientific magazine."

"Jeez, can't a girl dream." he keeps glaring at me, scoffing. Adam puts his head phones in, shaking his head. "You're unbelievable." He huffs and sinks even more into his seat, going to sleep leaving me to stare out the window on my own.

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I was more than thankful to have finally landed at the airport in Dubai, the trip being more than tiring with all the turbulence and screaming kids throughout the whole thing.

I truly envied Adam for his ability to fall asleep anywhere as I had stayed the whole duration of the flight going through my playlist searching for a song loud enough to go over the continuous heavy metal-like screech of the demon-baby sitting behind me. I failed.

"You ready to go?" I ask Adam once he grabs his duffle bag, slinging it on his shoulder. "Yeah, the car should be waiting outside." He answered, making a move to take my bag off my back and holding it in his free hand. I nod, silently thanking him and start walking to the airport gate.

"Where are we staying again?"

"A friends' house, if that's okay with you." Adam leads me towards a sedan, smiling at the driver, obviously someone he knows. He drops the bags as the driver gets out of his place and goes around the car to meet Adam with a hug.

They greet each other in Arabic, me standing on the side awkwardly not knowing what to do considering I couldn't even understand what they were saying, let alone knew who that person was.

I take a look at the guy once they finally let go of each other. He seems to be of Adam's age, mid-twenties probably, a slight stubble growing on and mid length curly hair.

He was dressed in dark loose dark washed jeans and a loose fitted white shirt. A very simple outfit but one that at the moment looked much more fancy than mine and Adam's sweatpants and hoodies. We looked like proper hobos, bodies still strained from the flight.

I get too lost in admiring the guy's physique, which I had to admit was quite attractive, to notice that they were done greeting each other and that Adam had introduced me to him. The mystery man was holding out his hand for me to shake while I just stood there like a nut job staring at him. Well that's a great start.