= SARAH POV =

I looked through the job description and it seemed pretty do-able. They didn’t require accounting experience, just simple data entry as the cash register was accessible via an iPad and automatically updated through their internal system.

“You seem to be considering it, so I thought I’d bring you a pen,” Ms. Jun said, returning with an ink pen and placing it on the table.

I looked up and smiled “Thank you so much, I’ll fill this in and submit it right away,” I said, reaching for the pen.

Ms. Jun’s hand suddenly covered mine, and I felt a shiver run through my arm.

“Take your time; I look forward to looking over your…. form,” Ms. Jun said, low and almost…sultry…. and for some reason, I started to wonder which “form” she was referring to.

“I-I’m a girl” I said stupidly “Are you-“

“I’m aware,” Ms. Jun grinned as she ran her thumb across the back of my hand, “ I’m a girl too…that won’t be a problem… will it?” Ms. Jun said with a slight pause and leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, “I’ll be waiting” she added softly before straightening up, lingering for a moment, a teasing smirk on her lips before walking away.

I waited a few minutes, trying to catch my breath.

Did my new, potential manager….just hit on me?

After a few moments of trying to compose myself,  I slowly pushed my stuff into my book bag and slipped out of the café, leaving the pen behind, the application slipped between my laptop and my purse, burning a hole into my imagination.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. 

It had been a long time since I had been hit on in public like that, however, unlike the others that had been at clubs or at the beach, this was at a potential work place. 

Chris was always on my case about sleeping with management…Usually that happened a few weeks in, not from the get go.

Though… Ms. Jun was really good-looking…

And she had offered me a job…

 A good-paying job that could potentially help me out of the situation that I was in, based on the hourly rate that was listed on the application anyway.

However as I walked back to the apartment, I felt like it was not right. Was I not going to learn anything from my past mistakes?

 How many times did Chris have to listen to me crying after another bad break-up?

 I had already dated three bosses and two supervisors, and it always landed me in the same place;  fired or quitting. To start a job knowing that this was the direction it was going in from the start… 

Wasn't that just me falling back on my old habits?

I felt my heart growing heavier in my chest with every step I took back to the apartment. 

On top of that, this was Chris’ neighborhood. If I got into a weird relationship with someone just down the road, wouldn’t that make for two weird relationships within a 3-mile radius of Chris’ house? If Chris didn’t hate me already…

As I stood on the pavement, contemplating my life, it started to rain.

 I looked up as the rain soaked through my clothes, I gasped and checked my bag; everything was getting wet inside, the paper buckled and crumpled as it began to get soaked.

Ah. 

I felt so....disappointed. 

I had thought, for a moment, that maybe, I was finally going to see the light at the end of the tunnel…

I guess I was wrong.