Lonely Together II (Sequel)

Chapter 37

I pulled the bed sheet closer to my body as I felt a cold breeze flush in through the open window. The sun slowly started to creep in, it's beams illuminating the skyscrapers in the distance. I slowly peeled my eyes open and looked through the open window, the numerous street noises and voices filling my room. I looked at the clock next to my bedside to see it was 6:23 a.m. Rolling my eyes back into my head, I shifted in my bed and felt myself starting to doze off once more.

"I just saw your letter yesterday," I faintly heard Justin's soft voice echoing from the kitchen. "I know it's a stretch, but if your friend is still willing to interview her, I can guarantee she'll be there."

I opened my eyes for the second time this morning. Was he talking about me? Was he talking about the job?

"She came all the way here," Justin's voice rang again. "She would be overjoyed to even step foot in Máralís, let alone work there."

He was talking to Kevin, the landlord who sent Justin the letter.

I sat up at the edge of my bed, feeling the cool air consume my body. I let my cold feet hit the wooden floor, standing and looking for something to wear.

I wrapped my arms around myself as I made my way to my suitcase. Pulling out a fairly large sweatshirt, I pulled it over my small body, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Perfect," I heard Justin's voice. "She'll be there, and she'll be thrilled to hear the news."

Justin quit talking, indicating that the phone call had ended. I took this as an opportunity to emerge from my room, feeling the wooden floor creak beneath my feet.

Justin had his back towards me when I entered the kitchen. He had on baggy sweatpants and no shirt. I watched as he twirled a spoon around in a mug.

I slowly made my way further into the kitchen, catching Justin's attention when I sat down at the counter.

"Good morning," Justin said with a soft smile. "Here," he set the coffee cup down in front of me. "This is for you."

I looked at the mug, then up at him. "Oh, um," I ran my hand through my hair. "Thank you."

Justin nodded, taking a sip of his coffee and leaning his back against the opposite counter. "How'd you sleep?"

I stopped swirling my spoon in the cup and looked up at him, my cheek resting in the palm of my hand. "Good," I said softly. "Great, actually."

He nodded again, opening some mail and setting his coffee on the counter. It was silent for a few moments, and I could feel the tension within me rising.

"Oh," he exclaimed, swallowing a gulp of his coffee. "I just got off the phone with Kevin."

I raised my head up and out of my palm, trying to act like I didn't already hear his entire conversation on the phone. "The one who sent you the letter?"

"Yeah," he smiled softly, looking at me from across the counter. "He said his friend wants you there at 10:30 tomorrow morning. She would love to meet with you."

Even though I had already assumed this when I heard him on the phone, I still jumped out of my seat. In all honestly, I could've been told this information a million times and I still would be just as excited.

Feeling tears engulf my eyes, I placed my dainty hand over my mouth, looking at Justin with a weary look. He smiled a little wider at how happy I was, and watched as I closed my eyes to take it all in.

Looking at him once more, I removed my hand from my mouth and bit my lip to prevent smiling like a total idiot. Without a second thought, I ran around the counter and into Justin's embrace, squeezing him as tightly as I possibly could. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I squealed, jumping slightly.