He smiles then. “Even better when it’s not on your own dime.”
I laugh as I nod. “Exactly. Plus there are places all over the world with this company, so that means more room for advancement. I don’t want to be an assistant forever.”
We walk up to the counter to order our drinks. I’m pleasantly surprised when the man offers to pay for mine.
“A good luck coffee,” he tells me.
I accept it, my cheeks warming.
After we step to the side, he continues our conversation from before.
“Did you look up who you could be working for?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. I thought about it but decided not to. I figured I would save myself some time and not focus on that until I know more. If I get hired, though, I’ll do a deep dive then.”
He shakes his head. “You’re brave. I don’t know if I could do that.”
“I’m sure you could. You look like a guy who doesn’t like to waste time,” I tease.
His eyes darken, but before he can say anything, a barista yells my name.
“Iris!”
“That’s me,” I tell him as I point over my shoulder.
“Beautiful name,” he whispers.
“Thank you, and thank you for letting me spill my guts to you,” I tell him.
“Aren’t you going to ask me my name?”
“No, I’d rather remember you as the coffee shop guy,” I say, making him smirk. “If I’m meant to know it, we will meet again. I have faith.”
He smiles and nods.
I leave him and grab my coffee.
As I pass by him, he says, “I hope you get the job, Iris.”
“Thanks.” I flash him a smile as I leave.
As I walk down the street, I replay the encounter in my head and groan. I had a hot dude in front of me, and instead of flirting with him, I told him all about my employment troubles.
Only I would do that type of shit.
My best friend Bethanie is going to get a kick out of this when I talk to her later.
I glance at my watch and see that I still have more than thirty minutes before my interview time, so I take a stroll through the park to waste some time. The last thing I want is them thinking I’m overeager.
Fifteen minutes later, I walk into The Williamson Hotel.
“Welcome to The Williamson, Miss,” the doorman greets.
“Thank you.” I smile kindly at him.
I head over to the front desk and tell her I’m here for an interview. A few minutes later, a security guard leads me to the back of the hotel and up an elevator that leads to the offices.
A woman sits at a desk near the elevators and looks up as I get off.
