Intertwined souls ; a.irwin

"Sweet like cinnamon"

"How do you even dress for a job interview?", I thought to myself as I was quickly pacing around my walk-in closet whilst examining every single item of clothing I owned, looking for something that looked somewhat professional.

A half and hour later, I was desperately asking my mom for help on how to appropriately dress for an event like this. She was really nice about it and helped me pick out a dress of hers that would suit me. I decided to choose the baby blue one with a camel brown belt paired with two pumps matching the latter. I looked like an actual adult, or at least a teenager who was rather close to being one and to be honest, that seemed fine.

I quickly cleaned up my closet before leaving since I knew I'd have no desire to fold that many clothes when I get back.

Finally, I went over to the car and sang along to "The 1975's" newest album as my mom drove me to the coffee shop. I kept looking over at her to make sure her facial expressions were the ones of a perfectly content person rather than the ones of a not so happy mom. She seemed to be doing fine so I finally relaxed and held the hand that wasn't on the steering wheel. She gripped it tightly and smiled with her pearly whites I've always been jealous of.

We parked and I got out of the car, ready to ask for a job interview or at least some papers I could fill out before it along with a pen.

Before I could do anything, I saw this boy who was loudly complaining about his waiter not getting his order right. I bumped into the angered guy and apologised. He said sorry back although he was mildly hostile about it.

His face was red and lit up but that didn't keep me from admiring his beautifully carved features, his long dirty blond curls and his hazel green eyes. In other circumstances, I'd be absolutely mesmerised by his presence alone, I was still doing so but my amazement was 85% influenced by his enraged expression.

He left and slammed the door the loudest it could and I saw him slowly disappear into the summer evening.

After staring at the recently shut door for a few moments, I turned to the employee the previous guy had been arguing with and told him I was interested in the vacant job.

"Are you sure you want to deal with people like this? Not everyone that enters a coffee shop is a nice person, you know? The atmosphere seems chill but customers can be jerks. You've just seen one in it's natural habitat, they're unfortunately not a rare species, certainly not in danger of extinction..." said the dyed red head.

I looked at him confused. "I still want the job though".

"Oh, ok. We are in a ridiculous need of staff so I'm going to ask you a few things. Answer correctly and you'll get the job, understood?"

I nodded and braced myself for the questions to come. They were relatively easy and common. He asked me what my name and age was, how to make a proper cup of coffee, the importance of the separation between gluten free and normal pastries and about books. He seemed to care more about the bookstore than the actual coffee shop but I didn't seem to mind. We had the same taste in literature so he finally decided I was worthy of such a job.

He then proceeded to tell me we should get started with the staff training so we didn't have to lose any time the next day. I'm a quick learner and he seemed quite pleased with my ability to remember everything.

As I was leaving, he ran towards the door and stopped me.

"Have I forgotten anything?", I asked him sweetly.

"I just forgot to tell you my name, I'm Michael".

"Ok. You already know mine so i don't think I need to say it, right?"

"Not really, have a nice day! Don't be late tomorrow!"

"I won't".

I entered the car and freaked out with my mom over this absolutely delightful opportunity, it sure was going to be a lovely experience!