My Gay Roommate

Chapter 16 - Did I Get The Job?!

Chapter 16 - Did I Get The Job?!

For dinner, Dan made his special fried rice and I ate most of it.

"Pig," he muttered and I silenced him with a murderous glare. He smiled, watching me eat (which was really creepy and uncomfortable) and finally, I snapped my fingers in front of his face.

"Don't watch me eat, it's scary!" I protested, sipping from my glass of water.

"But you look so concentrated when you eat. It's cute and funny." I blushed and he grinned. 

"Don't make me bring out the big guns!" I hissed.

Dan tilted his head. "And what exactly are the 'big guns?' " He made quotes with his fingers.

I paused, thinking this over. "Um...well..."

"You don't even know," he said, sneering.

"Shut up! I'll karate chop your head off!"

"You always brag about your marshal art skills but I've never actually seen you fight. I should really get you to a karate class."

"I'm the next karate kid." I beamed and he snorted, shaking his head. I realized it had been awhile since Dan and I had ate dinner together like this. Since he had work nowadays, we barely talked like this.

"Tomorrow is your job interview, no?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I pulled back. "Yeah, but I still need a resume. How on earth do you make one?"

"I said I'll show you. Here, after your done eating fourths - " he shot me a pointed look and I flushed - "I'll help you make one."

"Sounds fair. But I'll have you know, I'm only on thirds!"

"Nope, you're heading to fifths, hun."

"You creep! You were counting?!"

We fussed over this until I was done thirds, and stood up to wash my plate. I followed him to his room, feeling a little suspicious. He grabbed his laptop and sat on the bed, patting the empty space beside him. Reluctantly, I sat down, peering at the screen.

He started the laptop and after patiently waiting, he finally clicked Google Chrome. 

"Aren't you supposed to go to Word Doc or something?" I asked in confusion.

"There's an easier way to do it." He typed something in and the next moment, a blank resume appeared on the screen. "First of all, we need your name...." He typed in Angelina Meyers while I stared in disbelief. "Street....home phone number...cell....zip code.....city...." He murmured as he typed. I could only gape.

"Now, just fill out some of things here, or put in the examples, if you want. I think this one describes you perfectly, Angie." He typed something in:

High energy, outgoing hostess with a dedication to positive guest relations desires a position as a server or hostess in a fast-paced restaurant or bar. High volume dining, customer service and cash handling background.

I smiled. "Probably," I said. "But actually, I'm not all that good behind the cash register."

"It wouldn't hurt to lie once." He winked. 

I noticed how close we were sitting, and my leg brushed against his. I swallowed, remembering that evening at the gay bar...that kiss. A tingling sensation fluttered through my stomach and I twisted my hands in my lap. I sneaked a glance at Dan, studying his flawless face.

His expression was concentrated as he worked on my resume, as if it were very important, something I appreciated. He stuck his bottom lip out thoughtfully and my heart did a flip as I quickly looked away, face flushing.