Just A Taste [✓ COMPLETE]

1 | When it All Goes Wrong

Hannah rushed to catch the bus before the doors closed. Apparently, the schedule posted on their website was merely a suggested arrival time because she watched as it skids to a stop ten minutes earlier than it was supposed to and while she was still a ways down the street.

Unfortunately, for her leg muscles and ankle bones, she was wearing taller heels than she was accustomed to. Flustered and in pain she watched as the last two passengers waited to climb the steps.

"No, please wait! I'm almost there!" Hopefully, the driver would take pity on her and pause long enough for her to catch up. "Shit!"

The last passenger, a man in a green wool coat, noticed her maniacal screaming and threw a hand out to hold the doors. She couldn't hear what he was saying to the driver but he seemed adamant on not moving.

She caught up, almost stumbling into her knight in wooly armor. He helped her straighten and gestured for her to precede him up the steps.

If she weren't so against PDA she would have grabbed his scruffy face and kissed him.

The driver gave her a withering look. She scanned her brand new card and explained. "Thank you so much! I can't be late today."

"Listen doll, you are one of many who can't be late today. Get moving so I can get us moving." He tossed a stumpy hand over his shoulder, slamming the door shut.

"Got it." She muttered and turned to the man who helped her, "Thanks, you're a lifesaver."

The man nodded his head covered in a knit cap.

She smiled at the many annoyed faces watching her descend the aisle. Too nervous to shove in any of the diminutive spaces available she opted to stand in the center, wrapping her arm around a pole for balance. She kept her eyes to herself after the bus started moving again.

An early bus meant she should be earlier to her audition than she had anticipated.

Find the silver lining.

The man who helped her also stood and pulled out a book to begin reading, keeping to himself. Obviously just as well versed in proper bus etiquette.

Soft moaning and a sultry voice telling her partner he had the spot startled her from her musings. She inconspicuously looked around to see who was ballsy enough to watch porn on public transit only to realize it was coming from her own pocket.

When she had realized the bus was coming earlier than she expected she had shoved her phone in the back pocket of her skinny jeans. She had been listening to an erotic book on tape that Jenny had loaned her. Desperately, she fished the phone from her pocket, which unfortunately made the illicit sex scene louder, and she fumbled with the volume keys on the side. To her horror, it took a few tries to make the book stop.

In the meantime, the bottom of the bus refused to open and swallow her whole. If she got this job there was a very real possibility that she'd be riding this bus with many of these same people. She had made perhaps one of the most memorable first impressions ever on them all.

To confirm this fear a mother to her left still clutched her young son to her chest and eyeballed Hannah like she was the succubus spawn of Satan sent to pervert her dear child.

Hannah felt her cheeks burning. She opted to not risk further humiliation and turned her phone off for the duration of the trip.

Deciding to not let these strangers ruin her mood before the biggest interview of her life she straightened her spine and looked forward, running through lines in her head. Her eyes darted from passenger to passenger.