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“Hello?”
A woman’s voice greets me on the other end. “Hello, is this Eva Williams? My name is Mary, and I’m calling about the application you sent us for the administrative position. Is this a good time to talk?”
“Of course, yes!” I blurt out. “Thank you for calling.”
“No problem at all. We really liked what we saw in your application, and feel like you could fit right in here at the office. If you’re still interested I would like to set up an interview.”
Oh my god, she wants to set up an interview. “That sounds great,” I say, hoping I sound calm and collected. Mary suggests a day next week, and when we hang up, I squeal. I have an interview! I haven’t had an interview in a decade and a half. I freeze. I haven’t had an interview in adecade and a half. I can’t do this. I don’t know how. I don’t have time to freak out though, I need to get home and make myself look presentable before Liam comes over. I’ll talk to him about this. He will know what I need to do to prepare for the interview. No need to lose it completely.
I have a cup of herbal tea to calm down when I’m getting ready. It only kind of works. I pull out a black dress that I hardly ever wear, but I want to look nice for dinner. It hugs my curves in all the right places and I feel a little better as I put on some makeup. I’m just going to enjoy myself tonight, not worrying about the interview. How often do I have a man over for dinner? Never. So I’m going to have fun. It’ll be great to catch up some more with Liam.
There’s a knock on my door around six thirty, and out in the hall Liam is carrying bags and bags of food. The domesticity in total contrast with his biker outfit.
“You know we’re only two people right?” I say with a laugh and take a couple of bags from him.
“I know, I just wanted to make sure that…” He pauses and I feel his eyes rake over my body. “Damn, Eva,” he says breathlessly. “Where have you been hiding that dress?”
“In the very back of my closet,” I say and start unpacking the food. I avoid his gaze, feeling a little self conscious. I’m not used to having men look at me like that.
“Well, it deserves a spot at the very front,” Liam says and stands right next to me. I can feel the warmth radiating from his body. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you.” I swallow, unsure of where to look. “What are we making tonight?”
“Oh no,” Liam says and places a hand on my waist. He leads me to one of the chairs by the kitchen table. “I told you, I’m cooking tonight. You just sit there and enjoy the show.”
I raise an eyebrow and grab my wine glass. “Oh, there’s going to be a show?”
“Definitely,” Liam says and winks at me. He moves around my kitchen as if he has been there a hundred times before. Puts some water to boil on the stove, grabs a knife and starts chopping up vegetables. “Did you have a good day?”
My lips break out in a wide grin. I can’t help myself. “An amazing day, actually.”
“Oh? What happened?”
“I got a call about that job I applied for,” I say. “They want to see me for an interview next week.”
Liam stops his chopping and looks at me. “Eva, that’s amazing. Congratulations.”
“I’m pretty excited about it,” I say and drink some wine. “But I don’t know how to act in an interview. When I got the job at the pet shop, Bob pretty much just asked me when I could start. I’ve never interviewed for arealjob before.”
“Your jobisa real job,” Liam says. “But I guess I know what you mean.” “I was kind of freaking out earlier,” I confess.
“No need to freak out,” Liam says and continues with his cooking. “You’re amazing,
Eva. You just need to show them that.”
I blink. He looks so good standing there, like an unmovable force that has taken up residence in my kitchen. Except he hasn’t. He’s just making dinner. “Could you give me some pointers?” I ask. “Just some advice about what I should say in the interview?”
Liam gives me a reassuring smile. “Of course, Eva. We can do a practice interview after dinner, how about that?”
I laugh, it feels kind of ridiculous that I need a practice interview. But I guess it can’t hurt to get some of the kinks out before I’m at the real thing. “Okay, sure. That’d be great.”
The food is amazing, fresh pasta and a creamy sauce full of veggies. After we’re done eating, we both lean back in our seats, full to the brim with pasta and chocolate cake.
“Thanks for this, Liam,” I say and put down my fork and knife. “If this whole teaching thing doesn’t work out you should become a chef.”
He shakes his head, finishing off his drink. “I’m glad you liked it. It’s the only thing I can cook though, so I’m not sure I’d make it as a chef.”
“Yeah, maybe keep your day job then.”
