The Light »A 2D One Shot«

❁ »The Light« ❁

It was a cloudy day in London, almost like a grey blanket covering the sky. The mist in the air was making it foggy and unclear to see off in the distance. The streets were very busy during this time of day. Plus, I have a job interview that I absolutely can't be late for.

I waved my hand for an incoming cab. "Hey!" I had called out. The cab had stopped and I got in, telling the driver my destination.

After arriving to the building, I placed my arrival at the front desk. "He'll be with you in just a minute." I nodded.

As I sat down, I felt anxious and nervous. My whole body is numb and my foot won't stop tapping the floor.

"(Y/N) (L/N), Mr. Brown will see you now." I perked up from my state and walked into a nearby room that has Mr. Brown's name engraved on the door.

"Ah! Hello (Y/N)!" He gave a strong greeting. "I'm Mr. Brown, how are you?" He stood up behind his desk, extending his hand out for me to shake it. And I did just that.

"Hello Mr. Brown, I'm doing just swell." I informed, sitting down after letting go of his hand.

"Now, what made you think you're qualified working here, at our head quarters?" A bug-eyed expression stained onto his face.

"Well you see, I'm very a sociable person so I thinks I would be excellent with consumers. Plus, once I start working, I would never quit my task." I modestly admitted.

"Ah! I see! We'll you sound great! Just let me see your application." Mr. Brown slapped a folder onto the desk and it startled me a bit. "Let's see... Hm." He flipped through pages and pages for background checks. It made me break out in a sweat. "Okay! I'll let you know after I get done with another interview. It was nice getting to know you." Mr. Brown sounded less happy. I shook his hand and left.

The tension that is creeping up on my back right now, isn't a pleasant feeling.

15 minutes later, I went up to the front desk and asked what was taking so long. "I'm truly sorry for the wait!" She called him and all I heard were faint mutters. "Mr. Brown wanted me to tell you, you didn't get the job." The front desk woman spoke softly.

That shattered my heart. I really needed this job too!

I argued. "W-Wait, isn't that his job to tell me though? Also, I'm a perfect applicant for this job too!" Something isn't adding up.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave now." She implied.

I'm known for having a very short temper and man, did that trigger something. "Fuck this bloody job!" I stomped right into his office and demanded answers. "SO YOU'RE NOT MAN ENOUGH TO TELL ME, HUH?" I threw his precious pencil cup at the window.

"Security!" The front desk woman yelled.

4 security guys tried escorting me out but I resisted, seeking answers from the bloody man. Finally, they forcefully carried me out as I was squirming to be set free.

They tossed me to the ground as if I were trash. "OW!" My chin hit the ground. "BLOODY ANIMALS!" I slowly got up, rubbing my chin. I glanced around my surroundings and people were bloody staring at me like I was some psychopath.

I came to realization that I won't be able to get a job now. Especially with my histo- oh...

Well let's say, I have a bad history in high school and a few of my old jobs. I'm a party animal plus my temper is terribly bad so... if those two things mix, you'll truly regret it. Neither, do I want to go into too much detail.

Anyways, I believe I'm just going to grab some lunch and call it a day.

I strolled down the street and seen a nice little café on the corner of Central London.