"Hi, sir" you say, walking into an office. It smells of tobacco and sweat.
"Hello, Darcy, is it?" the man says, standing up to shake your hand.
"Yes, sir" you say, still nervous.
"Well take a seat, I just have some questions to ask if that's alright?" he says, pushing a pile of paper to the side.
"So, Darcy, what made you want to go for this job offer? Have you had any previous experience in an office environment?" the man asks.
"I know I'm a hard worker and I thought that this job would give me a chance to prove it. I can get tasks done on time, and -"
"Yes, I see, well the standard jobs around here would consist of filing, getting documents ready for meetings, providing coffee, answering phones, things like that" he says.
"Yes, I understand. If you let me, I could really show you what I could do. I would be well organised and -"
"Yes, yes, interesting. Okay, well we'll call you if we decide to take you on," he says. You pause, taken away by the shortness of the interview. Well, you'd obviously fucked it up. You stand up, shake his hand and walk out the building.
When you get home you rip the pathetic suit off and collapse onto the couch and weep violently. The man hadn't even asked proper questions and he hadn't even let you finish. You decide to order pizza, even though you were broke. You eat it rapidly, still upset from the failed interview.
At around 8pm, you get a call from Alex.
"Hey," you say.
"How'd the interview go?" he says.
"Oh my God, don't ask" you whine.
"What? Did it go bad?"
"It went terrible."
"Oh, darlin,why?"
"He didn't even let me finish speaking and asked really weird questions,"
"I'm sorry, baby" Alex whispers, his soft voice sending shivers down your spine.
"How'd the gig go?" you ask.
"It went really good, big crowd and all but still really fun" he says.
"I'm exhausted Alex, I'm gonna go to sleep," you say.
"Of course, baby, yeah. The bus is gonna set off in a sec anyway, we're heading out of LA now," he says.
"Goodnight," you say.
"I love you," he says quietly.
"I love you more," you say. You hate being a typical lovey dovey couple, but you felt it was necessary at this moment in time.
"Impossible," he says in barely a whisper. You hang up, a grin plastered across your face.
You drift off to sleep, a smile still painted onto your face.
You're woken up to the sound of your phone ringing. You check the time, it's 2:46 in the morning. Who the fuck was calling at this time?
"Hello?" you answer croakily.
"Hi, is this Darcy?" an unfamiliar voice says down the phone.
"Uh, yeah?" you say.
"I'm afraid your your boyfriend Alex has been in a serious car crash,"
