I stare at the building before me in distaste. This is what I’ve resorted to because it’s always the same result.

I sent out my resume to a few companies. They were all hiring, just not looking for an advertiser.

After three long weeks of looking for a noble job, I started searching for any kind of job. At this point, I can work as a waiter or a bartender, which propels my decision to enter the building.

Lucas doesn’t know I’ve lost my job. He still thinks I go to work every morning because he asks how work went every other afternoon and I smile and lie through my fake smile that my day and my boss were great.

The building before me, ‘Ecstasy’ showcases a signboard that says they’re looking for waitresses and cooks. Most places I’ve stopped by don’t even have an open position. I don’t know how to cook enough to apply as a professional cook, so I decide to settle on waitressing.

I can be working as a waitress for the time being until a company finally accepts my application and requests an interview.

What makes me feel better is the fact that the restaurant before me is high-class. That means they’ll pay well because, from the very expensive cars in the parking lot, a lot of well-off people patronize this place.

I take a deep breath and walk in. The first thing I see is a reception, and the receptionist plasters a wide smile on her face when she sees me come in. “Welcome to Ecstasy. Do you have a reservation?”

I clear my throat and project all my confidence into my voice despite me feeling vulnerable at the thought of being jobless. “I’m here to apply for a job. I heard you’re hiring.”

Her smile seems more genuine when she speaks this time. “Yes, we are. We need cooks and waiters. What exactly are you applying for?”

“A waitress.” Internally, I wince at the word. I never thought a day would come when I’ll have to waitress. I’ve never done it in my life. My parents were —are— loaded so I didn’t have to work when I was younger. I didn’t have to work at the university because I was busy balancing school and taking care of a child while Lucas’ father provided.

My first experience working was my last job and I was only accepted as an intern there because of my parent’s connections. It just so happened that I was a good addition and they decided to keep me. Until they didn’t.

The receptionist laughs. “You’re already dressed for the job.”

I look down at my clothing choice. I’m clad in the typical black and white formal attire. A white plaid shirt and a black pencil skirt.

“Come with me. Someone will interview you at the back.”

She starts walking away and I follow her as expected. “Interview?” I ask, not really expecting that. I expected them to give me a form that will determine if they will call me back for an interview.

“We’re desperate if you can’t already tell.”

I nod, despite knowing she won’t see me, and follow silently until we reach a door. She doesn’t knock before she wrenches the door opening, stepping inside. Hesitantly, I follow behind.

When I look forward, I’m met with the captivating blue eyes of a man in a chair. I realize it’s his office and he probably owns the restaurant or is the manager. “Gerald, we have a new applicant.” She informs him.

“Thanks, Jess.” He shoots a sweet smile at her, letting me know they’re more than just employer and employee. “I’ll handle her. You can get back to work.”

Jess turns around and winks at me before she leaves. I don’t know why she does that. I don’t know why she’s so enthusiastic.

“Take a seat, dear.”