Interview

She was neatly dressed, with her blocky-coloured office clothes and monochromic flats and her bag. It was cliché to describe it so, but her eyes were bright and hopeful as she glanced at the girl who walked out from the office.

"Uh..." The girl spoke. "Are you here for a prize collection?"
She shook her head. "I'm here for an interview."
"Oh. Uh... Have you called anyone yet?" The girl asked, gesturing with her right hand to the telephone sitting on the reception counter. Her other hand was holding a flask and a tea bag.

"Oh! That’s right, I haven’t called. Thanks." She gave a wobbly smile to the girl, eyes conveying both nervousness and gratitude.
“No problem.” The girl used her staff pass to enter another door without a second glance at her.

It was slightly cold of the girl, but she tried not to think about it. She dialed the number that was written on the sheet of paper at the counter, and was told to wait for someone to bring her to the room where her interview would be conducted. Sitting down, she tried her best not to fidget. She was supposed to be confident after all – no one walked into a job interview looking like a bundle of nerves.

It wasn’t long before the girl with the black flask came back. She half-stood, thinking that she was to bring her to the interview room, but the girl just smiled and pointed to the phone again.

“Did you make the call?”
She sat back down. “Yes, I did.”
“Great, I guess someone will come out to bring you to the interview room then...?”
“Yeah, I’m supposed to wait for her now.”

“Good.” The girl turned to enter the office, but turned back to her.
“Hey.” She looked up.
“Good luck for your interview.” The girl smiled. Not a big smile, more a slight twitch of the lips, but it was genuine.

She smiled back, a grin brimming with newfound confidence.
“Thanks.”

 (I was bored and had a bit of spare time...)

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