Surprise!

Now Hiring

I take a break from unpacking and walk over to the large glass window in my living room. Everyone looks so small when you're looking down on them from the 8th floor. I decide to go outside to take a walk so I can explore the crowded city. I grab a light sweater and throw it over my Def Leppard t-shirt. It is only the beginning of September, but it feels like mid-November.
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I ride the elevator down to the lobby and walk out the large French doors. The chilly air hits me like a wave and goosebumps cover my body. I shiver and pull my sweater tighter around my body and continue walking down the sidewalk. I pass a small antique shop and a book store before I reach the entrance of a bakery. A large sign with the words "Now Hiring" is displayed on the window, so I decide to go inside and take a look. Back in Tucson, I didn't have a job. My husband preferred that I stayed home and relaxed. A chill runs down my spine at the thought of my husband, and I run my hand over the scar on my temple. He is the reason I left Tucson. I open the doors to the bakery and I am instantly enlightened by the smell of fresh baked bread and licorice. I could get used to this, I thought to myself. A cheerful woman pops out from behind the back wall and walks over to the register.
"How may I help you?" she asks in a joyful tone.

I look at her and I can't help but stare at her gorgeous face; Her hair surrounds her face in a perfect manner and a bright white smile spreads across her face. I am instantly engulfed by her beauty and can only smile back at her, for I am unable to speak.

"Uh, I-I saw your sign out front and I was wondering if you still had a job opening?" I manage to mumble out.

"Yes actually. Do you have a resume?"

"Oh, um, no. I just moved here and I was just walking around and saw your sign."

"Oh that's perfectly fine! I'll just get a form from the back and you can fill that out," she responds.

I sit down at one of the tables by the counter and take in my surroundings. This still feels like a dream. Two days ago I was piling makeup onto my face in order to cover up bruises and scratches, which were inflicted by my husband, Trevor.

The cheery girl returns from the back room with the form and a pen and sets it in front of my on the table.

"Oh!" She says, "My name's Devyn. and you are?"

"Amelia," I reply.