The Unexpected Encounter

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To all wattpad readers, this will be my first and official work of fiction. I hope you’ll read it until the end. I wanted to make things light that’s so that it will be easy for our brain to imagine thing clearly and simple.

He woke up when a car beep its horn in front of their apartment. He looks at his clock, 04:45 am, 15 minutes early before his alarm setting. He doesn’t feel any Monday morning sickness, though it’s Monday, rather he feels excited and energized because it’s his first day of job hunting. He stayed on bed dawndreaming (because it’s still dawn. :P) what will be his life 2, or maybe 5 years from now. He imagines himself signing books and magazines where his talk-of-the-town article was printed. He also sees himself giving advices to a crowd of aspiring writers on how to chase their dreams. After his alarm went off, he walks towards his bathroom not feeling sleepy at all and look at himself in the mirror. “Today, together, we will chase our dreams.” He was talking to his reflection with an energetic smile. He then prepares himself for the “big” day by choosing his best attire reserved for special occasions like receiving an award or in this case, an interview because he believes that ‘first impression lasts’ and he read an article regarding one’s appearance during an interview. One thing he doesn’t know is that he’s a bit good looking. His college friends complemented him more often about his looks but he doesn’t believe them.  After the one hour preparation, he double checks everything he needed making sure he never forgets anything. He took a final glance at the mirror and took a deep breath. “This is it. Good luck to us.”

Today must be his lucky day. Lucky for he was granted an interview every time he walks in and ask for job vacancies from the 3 companies he saw from the newspaper ad. Though all of the companies he had his interviews gave him the common ending answer "we'll call you" or "we'll let you know". Lunch was almost over when he felt his stomach grumble. He feels like he will faint anytime soon with all the stress, heat and hunger. All of his energies were drained from walking and climbing stairs. Nobody told him that a certain elevator is only for executives and he doesn’t have the extra time to search for the common elevator so he took the first thing he saw, the stairs.

He was about to cross the road when suddenly he heard a tire screeching and bam! a car hit him and he was knocked on the ground. All he could hear was people murmuring and cars passing by. Everything is black.

He woke up smelling the scent of disinfectant which made his head aches slightly. He looks around and realized he's in a hospital. He tried to stand up but the door suddenly open and two beautiful ladies walked in. The first one is a bit older like she's in her late 40's while the other one looks like she's in her 20's, same age as Daniel. They both walk towards him with smiles on their faces.

"Are you alright?" asked the older one. "My name is Lisa and this is my daughter Loraine."

"I’m fine. I think so."

"I’m so sorry we hit you. We thought you were injured hard that’s why we panicked and brought you here. Are you sure you're ok?" she asked again with concern.

"I guess I passed out easily with all the stress from job hunting." his stomach grumbled and he blushed with embarrassment. 

"You’re hungry aren't you? We thought so that's why we brought you these." Lisa handed him the paper bag.

"Actually I’m not that hungry. Just a little." he said as he raised his both hands to refuse but then his stomach grumble louder after smelling the delicious scent of food. "Ok. Maybe I’m hungry." he said as he rubs his tummy. He sat up straight his feet swinging from the edge of the bed like a small kid on a swing. He opens the bag and he gasped with wide eyes. It’s tuna sandwich and fries, his favorite. He quickly took the sandwich from the bag like a kid opening a christmas present, full of excitement. He took a bite and giggled from the deliciousness of the sandwich.

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