“Okay,” I ask, leery. “Did you need something?”
“Actually, I’m glad you asked that.” Her voice is more confident now. “I remember you saying you were looking for a job, and we really need a receptionist. Is there any chance you might be interested?”
Thinking back, I try to remember when I would have said that. It had to have been when she was trying make sure I stayed calm at some of the painful moments. Do I lie and tell her I found a job, or mention my interest? Minutes go by. “Sophia, are you there?”
She seems desperate. To be honest, right now, so am I. Before I have a chance to change my mind, I blurt out, “Yes. I’d be interested.”
“Great,” Charleigh sighs in relief. “Can you come by tomorrow so you can go over the details with my uncle? He’s the one that owns the shop.”
“Absolutely,” I beam. “What time do you want me there?”
“Any time after lunch. Corey doesn’t do as many tattoos as he used to so he should be free.”
“Thank you for thinking of me.” Inside I’m squealing like a little kid. Talk about perfect timing. “I’ll be there around one.”
“Sounds great. See you then.” She doesn’t say bye or anything, just hangs up.
Clutching the phone to my chest, I collapse onto my bed, almost landing on my computer. It’s not every day a job falls into your lap. Not only am I excited to be working with Charleigh, but maybe I’ll get to see more of Mr. Broody. This job is going to be a piece of cake. I mean, it’s a tattoo shop. How hard can it be?”