Catch Me

02

02

IT TOOK ME MY STRONG WILL TO FINALLY GO.

No matter how much I wanted to ditch this interview, but I realized that one more interview would not hurt. I mean, I did not expect much on this one. It would probably has the same process and procedure with the other interviews that I went to.

I had my lucky dress on—my white collared sleeveless shirt paired with my plum colored pencil skirt that went below my knees. Cassie had forced me to wear her black mid-heels which I hated—absolutely ruined the whole look because it looked like what my grandmother would wear.

When I finally found a parking space inside the building, I immediately went to the elevator and pressed ground floor. I looked at my watch—it was 11.15AM. I was terribly late. The interview was supposed to be at 10.30AM. Great impression!

I kept looking at my watch and I started to run my nails over my files—starting to feel nervous. It was the slowest elevator that I had been in of my entire life. I groaned when the elevator arrived on the ground floor. "Finally," I grunted.

When I was about to go out from the elevator, I bumped into someone. Not just someone. Something hot. Sizzling hot. Against my skin. Against my white shirt. A hot coffee was spilled off from its cup onto my bare skin.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.

"Gosh!" Someone exclaimed.

He looked pretty upset. He was hot.

"Are you okay?" He looked at me.

His blue eyes were searching for mine. His faired skin tone went well with his dark brown hair that was pushed back neatly and his thick dark brows. He had his blue shirt and dark tie around his neck. He had a little facial hair on his cheeks and under his lips which complimented the whole look even more. His sleeves...

His sleeves were covered with coffee. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I quickly spoke. "I was in a hurry and... and..." I groaned as I could not find the correct word to explain myself before this handsome human being.

"Don't mind me," He said. "Are you good? I mean, your shirt is covered with coffee now." He looked worried and guilty—more guilty which looked so cute on him.

To be honest, if this guy was ugly, I would have thrown tantrums and called the security immediately.

"Yeah, I can see that," I sighed, trying not to look like I was upset. Somehow I did not want him to feel guilty. Then I looked at my watch—it was 11.25AM. "Oh shit! Got to go!" I immediately ran—actually had mini-steps along the way with these ugly heels. I could never run in heels.

When I made my way to the reception, every eye was on me. I almost could guess what everyone was saying. What is this crazy girl doing here?

The lady behind the reception looked up at me and smiled as a greeting. Though her smile almost faded when she saw how disgusting I looked, she somehow managed to say, "Hello, how may I help you?"

"Hi," I tried to breathe. "I'm here for my interview. My name is Jane Miller."

She nodded and then focused on her desktop. "Ah yes, they are expecting you and you are late."