Long Time, No See

IIII: III

Denise

The little chunks of off-brand cereal in my grey ceramic bowl swims atop my warm milk, somehow actively avoiding the awaiting dip of my spoon. I chug the rest of the milk in my bowl before standing up and scraping the small amount left into the food disposal in the sink and place my bowl in the sink to be washed later.

Re-entering my bedroom I glance at myself in my mirror and assess the outfit that I deemed suitable for my interview.

A blouse with a geometric pattern painted in only primary colors that make it look very bold yet sophisticated. I've also donned some formal trousers that synch around my thighs and flare out a little at the bottom of the legs that are slightly longer than my legs, though with the open toe peep heels I'm wearing the added height takes some of the lengths off. 

I fluff out my hair that despite everything I still haven't taken out but decide to do so later, and look down at my watch happy to see that I have an hour until my interview with Mr. Theodore Manson. I call for an UBER to pick me up and when the time comes I give the middle-aged female driver the address of the company.

"You heading over there for something important?" The lady asks and I cringe at the awkward small talk I'm going to have to make with her.

"Yeah, I have an interview," I tell her, whilst facing my head to look out the window at the bustling streets and busy life.

"Oh, that's serious! You wanna practice any lines on me for the big moment? My girlfriend and I used to practice interviews all the time. I like to think its why she scored her teaching gig a couple of months ago." She tells me with undeniable pride lingering in her voice that makes me smile at how supportive she is. She flicks her mop of brunette hair out of her eye, and when we reach a red light casts her green eyes on me with a kind smile.

"Hit me with your best lines."

And I do for the whole journey there. 

Surprisingly she's quite helpful in giving me some advice on how I should approach the interview and ways to handle myself. By the time the journey is over she assures me that I'm going to do just fine and I thank her profusely, giving her five stars for the ride and for the kind support she offered me.

Walking up to the entrance of the company the revolving door opens up just as I approach and I slip in quickly not wanting to have to wait for it to come round again.

My heels click against the tiled flooring of the room entrance as I walk towards the front desk situated quite far into the middle of the room form the door. I slow my steps when I get closer to the desk and notice that Ava is sitting at the desk, furiously filing down on her cuticles, completely distracted from her position.

Sucking in a deep breath, I put on a deep voice and boom at an unsuspecting Ava.

"So is this what we're paying you to do Ms. Dubois?"

Ava leaps in her swivel seat a little, dropping the nail file on her descent back into the seat. When she's back in the chair she grabs at her chest and looks up with eyes filled with terror until she notices me in front of her and gives me a scathing scowl.

By then my fits of laughter have me doubled over releasing the ugliest laugh.

"Oh haha, Denise. Nice one, really. Make sure you remember this moment the next time you want to come over and eat my food." She says all this calmly though I can see the hidden seriousness behind her words, causing me to stand up straight and flash her an apologetic smile and slight pout.

"Ok, I'm sorry babe, pwease forgive me" I plead putting on a baby voice in hopes of swaying her but she sneers at me before leaning in her seat to pick up her nail file and put it on her desk under some papers.