The Test of Time

63 ~ Month Nineteen: May

"Well that's all the questions I have." Mr Elidees grins, slapping his folder shut. I nod, the smile pinned to my face, my back straight as it can be, hoping to make a good impression.

"I have one more." His assistant says and I nod, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

"Of course." I reply, my feet shaking in the uncomfortable black heels that my sister lent me. I'd travelled back into the city for my interview, dressed up in a black pencil skirt and pale pink blouse.

"Why did you choose English?" She asks and I inwardly relax, having practised this exact question last night with Alex.

"Isn't everything in the modern world based on words?" I ask, "Every little thing we do is shaped by something that is written for us. Google only knows what to recommend because someone has written about the best place to get a burger in the city." I take a deep breath, "Our world has evolved. I enjoy reading classic books from the 1800's because they have shaped the world of today." I shrug, "Who knows where we would be without them?" I comment, "I chose to do English because it'll give me a variety of skills. I've given presentations, I've written essays, I've assessed arguments." I continue, "But ultimately I chose it because nothing is going to stop me from doing something that I enjoy." I finish and Mr Elidees grins. His assistant nods, noting a few words down on her pad.

"Well then!" Mr Elidees jumps up and I follow. "We have a few more candidates but if I'm honest, your application and references have placed you way ahead of the others." He continues, "I'd be feeling pretty confident if I were you Miss Hurst." He finishes, holding his hand out and I grin, giving it a shake.

"Thank you so much for seeing me." I say and he nods.

I leave their giant office building with excitement and adrenaline rushing through me. Digging out my phone as I jump in the elevator, I am determined to call Brett before suddenly remembering that we aren't on talking terms anymore. Shoving it back into my bag I grimace. It's okay... I can wait until I get back home and tell Elle!

Walking out onto the street I pray that I don't fall over in the heels, already struggling with their height as I turn the corner and shove my arms through Elle's black blazer, the Spring wind a little chilly. My eyes trail back to the path in front of me and I stop suddenly, eyes widening in disbelief at the boy walking in my direction.

"Haydon!" I can't help but exclaim, startled by the fact that he's in the city, let alone the one where I attend college.

"Savannah." He greets with a small smile, stopping in front of me.

"It's good to see you." I acknowledge, gesturing towards him. He looks good, his black hair swept under his classic cap, a red checked shirt adorning his body. His green eyes glint in the sunlight as he nods and I feel my heart skip a beat at the sight. So what? A girl has eyes and Haydon is damn hot!

"You too."

"Becky tells me you have a job in Edgemont." I continue politely. It feels strange, having spent my entire senior year of high school talking to him freely about his life and aspirations to now end up as strangers. It almost breaks my heart.

"Yeah. I finally found someone who likes my writing." He grins.

"Well good! I'm happy for you."

"Thanks." He exclaims, digging his hands into his pockets, "How are you doing?"

"Not bad." I admit, smiling slightly, "I'm... I'm sorry for what happened."

"I'm sorry too." He apologizes. "I never should have reacted that way. I should have let you explain."