The Upstairs

dinner one

"Let's begin with your name."

"My name?"

"Your name."

"Matt Berndt."

Walls. Red. Red walls.

"And, how did you come across this position?"

Red. Red from the light. Light from the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, I thought this was a dinner party, not an interview."

"It is a dinner party...Matt, I just asked you how your day was."

Light on her face. Light in her eyes.

"Oh."

"What did you think I asked?"

"How I came across this position."

Fear. Fear in her eyes.

"Why would you think I asked that?"

"I'm not sure, just a lot on my mind."

Love. Love in her eyes.

"Looking for a job?"

"Yeah, well I interview about a week ago for a position but I haven't gotten a call back yet."

"Stressed?"

Compassion. Compassion in her eyes.

"You have no idea."