And so it begins

Of course the crying had to end somewhere, and when it did both Sandra and Jenny made a point of leaving. Emma thanked them for the help and promised them that she was serious of applying to the job (she wasn’t, she was just caught up in the moment) and then she proceeded to  lie on the couch again and mope. During this intense session of misery Emma picked up her phone and decided to do the heinous act of opening up instagram where she was expecting to find some funny videos, instead she was greeted to couple posts, anniversary and wedding videos, truly an amazing experience for Emma who upon seeing them, promptly spiked her phone into the soft and comfortable wooden floor. “I needed a new phone anyway” muttered Emma to herself before going to bed.

Arriving to the bed, Emma immediately changed the covers (threw it out) and dug up some old cartoony design covers “there, that’s one thing done” Emma proclaims proudly before dumping herself on her bed and of course let’s put a few damp cries. The next morning Emma woke up and to her surprise for about 2 minutes when realising that she did in fact just break her phone (swearing ensued of course) So to get ready for the day, Emma reluctantly dressed in a formal attire for an interview that she hadn’t even booked, wearing a black tight pants (not to tight) a vertically stripped shirt, red lipstick and a bun. Very ready she told herself before she dragged herself to the outside world. Little did she know, she was about to get involved with something very, very serious. 

Arriving at the restaurant named “Red Rock” Emma took in what it was, it was a formal place, one where you could go for a romantic dinner by candlelight and be proposed to: “seems nice enough” Emma thought aloud. Hyping herself up was an experience, many times did Emma slap herself in the face and say affirmations of self confidence, she probably spend 10 more minutes waiting instead of going inside but eventually she went in.                 When entering the restaurant, Emma was greeted by a server, young girl by the looks of it thought Emma “hello ma’am how may I help you?” She said to Emma in a polite tone, Emma of course was too taken aback to speak immediately and went with “huh? Oh uh i was wondering if you guys have any server positions available?” Very Cool of course, though Emma very fucking cool. The server taken aback by this went to the back of the kitchen in a sort of shuffle. Emma took a breath, she hadn’t been outright rejected so that must mean that there is something for her, after all the server could have just flipped her out or been extremely flippend and told her “uhh yeah sorry no, we are full yeah mhmm. 

What felt like hours (which happened to be 2 minutes) an older lady stepped out from the hallway which Emma assumed was the runway towards the kitchen. This older Lady was wearing a pretty black shirt with a very lavish looking black pants a very refined look and to no surprise she introduced herself as Nikki the manager of the establishment. “So you are looking for a server job yes?” Said Nikki curtly “What do have to offer me?” Bam an interview question shot straight to Emma, a quick time event if you will. Emma’s mind was going a million miles an hour trying to think if a good answer, one that could potentially be a stand out and finally she said “ I can serve”. Silence just very piercing silence in the room after that amazing answer and it stayed that way until it was broken by Nikki with a small laugh, Emma frozen in place unsure what to do know after that, does she laugh too? Does she stay silent? Does she continue talking? A lot of this are going on in her mind and none of them are a good answer to her. After again what feels like a long time (1 minute this time) Nikki finally said something “well that’s to be expected love, what time do you want to start?