Kennedy feels stuck. What better way is there to escape a vicious cycle of tiring herself out, just to fail her classes once again, than to throw herself into a new experience? The universe took things too literally though - soon enough, she finds h...
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Fire and gold in our eyes. – Bea Miller
My heart is trembling in anticipation.
The job interview was offered to take place three days later, as in today.
When I had gotten the news at Minhyuk's place, I immediately texted Nikita and her ecstatic reaction made my shock seep even deeper.
Right now, that shock was subsided and I was left with an uncontrollable nervousness. The only job interview I have been faced with so far was a super casual one, for my job at the supermarket, which led to me being the more tense about today's.
As soon as I got the e-mail, thousands of questions rattled at my conscious.
How fancy am I to dress?
How do I have to act?
Should I be scared?
Will security tackle me as soon as blink in a mildly suspicious way? Even though I'm only trying not to get the sweat that builds up because of my mental state into my eyes?
Those questions haven't stopped until this very second. And Nikita isn't even here to distract me because she had to leave for work three hours ago. Not without an intentionally wet smooch on my cheek and a 'Good Luck!', though.
Two hours ago, I made sure that a taxi is going to be at my front door one and a half hours before the interview is to take place. It actually takes 30 minutes to the address I was invited to at most, and only if it's a time of heightened traffic. Nevertheless, one trait that I definitely carry because of my mom is the need to be extra cautious when it comes to being punctual. I take dear pride in myself for it and honest to God can't remember the last time I was late for something unless it was completely out of my hands.
There's always reason to be extra cautious and I don't see a reason for not exploring the street a little bit and then entering the building, to go through some answers while I wait for the start of the interview.
Technically, I also have the option of driving myself or getting there with public transport but I really didn't want to take any chances, for obvious reasons. Thus, my fate partially lays in the hands of the person chauffeuring me to another part of Seoul today.
It is now ten minutes before my departure is scheduled and I stand in front of the full-length mirror hung on a wall in the hallway. My documents have already been neatly tucked away in my purse and my eyes are rapidly moving around the hall to check for anything I might have forgotten. Suddenly, I catch my own reflection and wow, Kennedy, you need to fucking chill.
My eyes are opened scarily wide plus my chest is obviously moving faster than it should be would I have an evenly paced breathing pattern. In an attempt to ground myself, I slap my cheeks a couple times harshly, though not to the point of destroying the makeup I finished generously applying only fifteen minutes ago.
