By 8:36, Jay’s shoulders had dropped an inch. His jaw unclenched. The knot in his chest—the one that had been tightening since he hit “submit” on the application—began to loosen.
He walked in.
At 8:41, the woman’s toddler dropped a croissant on the floor. Jay picked it up. She laughed. He laughed. For a moment, they were just two people on a bus, not two gladiators about to step into the arena. Hottie Get In The Bus For Job Interview
“Yeah.”
Marcus revved the engine. “Seriously, man. It’s gonna rain. Your hair’s too good to ruin. Get in.” By 8:36, Jay’s shoulders had dropped an inch
“Bus,” Jay said, nodding toward the stop across the street. “It’s my thing.” ” Jay said
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