Page 21 of Find Me in the Rain
She puts the car in park. “Yeah, well, by yourself doesn’t count.”
“Oh, yes, it definitely does.” I point at her, holding back my laugh.
Over the conversation of my sex life, or lack thereof, I get out of the car and load each arm up as much as I can with groceries.
Josh opens the door right before I get to it. “How are you carrying all of that? It looks like it weighs more than you.”
I hastily brush by him, trying to keep the pain from straining my arms off my face. “Maybe I’m just an ant. They can lift, like, five thousand times their weight.”
He laughs, heading to help get the rest of the groceries.
Once we get the car unloaded and our haul put away, I slump down onto the couch. Charlotte joins me, laying her head in my lap.
Suddenly, she shoots up and takes off for the kitchen. “Oh my God, I almost forgot!”
She rifles through her purse and pulls out a sheet of paper, hustling back over to the couch.
She thrusts the paper into my hands. “Look! We have to do it. It would totally beat making pizzas for me, and, well, it’s a job for you.”
Desperately needing any job, I read over the flyer.
Fireflies is now hiring servers. Drop your résumé off to the manager, Mila, digital or paper. On-site interviews.
Working at Fireflies doesn’t sound too bad. But honestly, I would probably take any job I can get at the moment. My savings are dwindling away by the second. At this rate, I’ll be completely broke in a month.
“You really think we should do it? I haven’t been a server before though.”
“Psh, who cares? We just have to kill the interview, and we’re in.” She goes off on a tangent. “Think about it. We would work together, save on gas. We would get to hang out at work and at home, and we’d get to dress up for work in cute outfits and costumes. Give me one con.”
Knowing that I don’t really have an option, I reply, “Okay, I’m in. When?”
She rips the flyer out of my hands. “It says they are hosting the interviews today and tomorrow from noon to four p.m.”
I slap my hands down on my thighs. “Well, I can’t tomorrow. I have to go visit Mom at the hospital and take care of some payments. So, we’ll have to go today. What time is it?”
She flips her wrist, checking her Apple watch. “One forty-two p.m.”
I stand up, already feeling anxious, and pull her up with me. “Okay, let’s go get ready.”
After an hour of hair and makeup and digging deep in my closet to find the tightest jeans I have, we finally head to Fireflies. I have my résumé on Google Docs on my phone, so I’ll just send it to her when we get there.
We pull into the Fireflies parking lot at 2:57 p.m. and head inside. It’s so weird to see the place with the lights on. It’s a completely different vibe.
There are people running around with decorations and lights—prepping for the night, I assume. One girl runs past with her arms full of blue cutouts shaped like waves. And another has fake seaweed. Under the sea, if I had to guess the theme.
Having no clue what Mila looks like, Charlotte and I just awkwardly stand there, waiting for someone who looks like a Mila.
I nudge Char with my shoulder before whispering to her, “Did the flyer say where to go? Are we just supposed to wait here?”
She doesn’t say anything, just shrugs her shoulders. A door opens to the right of us, and three people step out. They shake hands, and two of them go on their way out the door.
One remains—a woman dressed in high-waisted trousers, a tight knit tank top, and stiletto heels.
Talk about intimidating.
She walks over to us, confidence flowing off her in waves. “Are you guys here for the interviews?”
I reach out to shake her outstretched hand. “Yes. Hi, I’m Laura.”
