Run (John O'Callaghan Fanfiction)

Chapter 5 - Lyrick

It's been almost 2 weeks since I got lost. I've spent most of that time trying to find a job. I also bought a phone, although I don't have much use for it. It's actually really weird. Not that I'm technically advanced or anything, but I'm not clueless as to how a cell phone works. I just haven't had one before. Money continues to get more and more tight, and I'm getting a little worried. I set up an interview with a little coffee shop within walking distance of my apartment, walking would make me use even less money, instead of having to buy gas for my car, which I thought was a nice idea. 

The interview is today. I'm nervous. Not as nervous as I would have been 9 months ago, no. But nervous, nonetheless. Part of me doesn't even want to show up, but I know that it's what I have to do. I put on my vlothes, brush my hair, even put on a little makeup, which I don't usually do. I have no one to look good for. Not that I really ever did, but I want to at least look presentable. Usually I look like I haven't slept in 3 months and I do heroin. Go figure. 

I make it to the shop unscathed, and I push open the door with ease, a blast of cool air  hitting my body. It was a really nice feeling, considering that summer in Arizona is ungodly. I walk up to the counter awkwardly, feeling like I'm going to lose my breath. Something inside me churns, and I feel like  everyhting I say is going to be wrong and everyone is going to think I'm weird or look at me like I'm stupid. I know that it's just my anxiety taking over, but I really start worrying. 

A man, probably in his twenties, with dark brown, almost black hair, slicked back, comes to the counter. He has really piercing blue eyes. I study his face a little. Strong jawline, small nose. Handsome. His nametag said Danny. I guess that's who I talked with on the phone.

"Hi, can I help you?" He asks kindly, smiling with half his mouth. 

"Uh, yeah. Hi. My name is Lyrick, I called a couple days ago for a job interview?" I pull the application out of my bag and hand it to him. 

"Oh, right. Hi, I'm Danny." He says, holding out his hand for me to shake. I take it. 

"Nice to meet you." I reply, pulling my hand back and twiddling my thumbs, looking around awkwardly. 

It was a cute little place. Lot's of small tables that seated probably around 2 to 4 people. The color scheme was different shades of blue, really eye catching. Relaxing, almost. It's very nice, also very different. Ther'e's windows all over the place. Mainly big ones that are floor to ceiling. I liked that a lot. You could look throught them and see the city. Tall buildings, short ones, people walking by for people-watching. Exactly what a coffee shop should be like. It was perfect. 

The first time I went in to get the job application, I hadn't had any time to really look around. Now I wish I had, it's interesting, and different. 

Danny leads me to the back, where there's an office set up. He gestures to a chair in front of a desk, and I sit, as does he, in the rolling chair behind the desk. There's a laptop on top of the desk, along with some paperwork. 

The interview isn't long, and he only asks a few questions. Then he takes a look at my application, although he just seems to be skimming the words. 

"Thank you so much, Lyrick. Do you have a phone number I can call you back on?" 

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I totally forgot to write it down." I say, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. He holds out a pen and I stand, grabbing it and jotting my number down onto a slip of paper. 

"Thank you so much," He says, taking the pen back from my hand. "I'll call you soon to tell you when you start."

"So I got the job?" I say excitedly, a smile creeping on my lips.

"Yep. I'll fill you in on all of the details later." He says, standing and smiling at me. 

"Thank you so much, oh my gosh. I just moved here, so I really needed this. Thank you!" He chuckles at my praise.

"No problem, kiddo."

I thank him again and shake his hand, leaving the office and the coffee shop, walking back home.