particular just seemed too risky for me.
Actively encouraging men to flirt with me just to get bigger tips? Ugh. No thank you. A brief glimmer of my ex flittered through my mind again and I pushed it away with a shudder, my thumb instinctively raising so I could bite nervously on the skin around the nail. Tutting at the resurfacing of my old habit, I shook my head in annoyance.
That was twice today I’d allowed my fucktard ex-boyfriend to infiltrate my thoughts. Blowing out a dismissive raspberry, I scrunched up my face in annoyance. I had already wasted enough of my life on him, he didn’t deserve to occupy one more second of my time. Although, due to the anxiety issues he’d left me with, he frequently did.
Blinking away the bitter feelings that always came with memories of him, I let out a long, calming breath and closed my eyes for a second to enjoy the sun. I was done for the day, so I could relax now. I still had no job, but right now I was so hot and bothered that I didn’t care.
Shrugging off my suit jacket, I carefully folded it before placing it on the grass beside me. My shirt was stuck to my back from the heat and I rolled my shoulders, trying to free the cotton from the rivulet of sweat running down my spine. Ugh. I needed to invest in some breathable shirts. Briefly wafting my blouse I enjoyed a cool breeze on my heated skin before pulling my bag onto my lap to check my phone.
Drawing back the zip I smiled when I saw a small Tupperware tub tucked inside one of the pouches. It must’ve been from Julie, one of the cooks at the hostel. Seeing as I’d been there over a month now I knew some of the staff quite well, and was quite close with Julie. She was a bit of a mother hen, and always spoilt me rotten when she could, saying I need fattening up.
Prying off the lid I grinned when I saw an orangey-coloured muffin coated in sticky, cream icing. If this was what I suspected – a carrot, walnut, and pumpkin seed muffin with butter cream topping – then it was my favourite from Julie’s baking range. Her vast baking range. Julie single-handedly kept the hostel café stocked with homemade cakes and biscuits, all of which I had sampled, and all of which were delicious.
Inside the lid was a small, star-shaped Post-it note with the words ‘Good luck with the job hunt! J x’ written on it in a curvy, wayward scrawl, the words now half obscured by some melted icing. Smiling to myself I poked my finger into the soft topping, popped it in my mouth, and immediately sighed with pleasure. That woman made the best vanilla butter icing I had ever tasted in my life, and it instantly made me feel better about my crazy Jack-and-job-hunt-filled day.
Who cared if I’d been mown down by a sexy film star and then failed to get a job because my mind had been so fuddled from it? Not me, not when I had this delicious muffin to distract me.
I was nearly finished with my muffin – which was acting as a very late, but delicious, lunch – when I felt my phone vibrate in my bag. Popping the last bite into my mouth, I licked my fingers clean as best I could and then pulled my mobile out.
Seeing a text from Allie, I only just managed to supress my squeal of delight as I forgot about my slightly sticky fingers and frantically opened up the folder to see what it said.
From: Allie
Hey you, change of plans, instead of meeting Sean I’m at your hostel. It’s a long story. See you when you get back. I’m turning this phone off now, if you need me my new number is 213 672 1243. A xx
Frowning, I immediately found my fingers moving to the elastic bands on my wrist, absently plucking them in concern before a sting of pain had me realising what I was doing.
Saving her new number, I stowed my phone back in my bag and stared out across the park thoughtfully. Why was she at my hostel? Not that I was complaining, I couldn’t wait to see Allie, but still … why the sudden change of plans? I couldn’t think of any good reasons why
Actively encouraging men to flirt with me just to get bigger tips? Ugh. No thank you. A brief glimmer of my ex flittered through my mind again and I pushed it away with a shudder, my thumb instinctively raising so I could bite nervously on the skin around the nail. Tutting at the resurfacing of my old habit, I shook my head in annoyance.
That was twice today I’d allowed my fucktard ex-boyfriend to infiltrate my thoughts. Blowing out a dismissive raspberry, I scrunched up my face in annoyance. I had already wasted enough of my life on him, he didn’t deserve to occupy one more second of my time. Although, due to the anxiety issues he’d left me with, he frequently did.
Blinking away the bitter feelings that always came with memories of him, I let out a long, calming breath and closed my eyes for a second to enjoy the sun. I was done for the day, so I could relax now. I still had no job, but right now I was so hot and bothered that I didn’t care.
Shrugging off my suit jacket, I carefully folded it before placing it on the grass beside me. My shirt was stuck to my back from the heat and I rolled my shoulders, trying to free the cotton from the rivulet of sweat running down my spine. Ugh. I needed to invest in some breathable shirts. Briefly wafting my blouse I enjoyed a cool breeze on my heated skin before pulling my bag onto my lap to check my phone.
Drawing back the zip I smiled when I saw a small Tupperware tub tucked inside one of the pouches. It must’ve been from Julie, one of the cooks at the hostel. Seeing as I’d been there over a month now I knew some of the staff quite well, and was quite close with Julie. She was a bit of a mother hen, and always spoilt me rotten when she could, saying I need fattening up.
Prying off the lid I grinned when I saw an orangey-coloured muffin coated in sticky, cream icing. If this was what I suspected – a carrot, walnut, and pumpkin seed muffin with butter cream topping – then it was my favourite from Julie’s baking range. Her vast baking range. Julie single-handedly kept the hostel café stocked with homemade cakes and biscuits, all of which I had sampled, and all of which were delicious.
Inside the lid was a small, star-shaped Post-it note with the words ‘Good luck with the job hunt! J x’ written on it in a curvy, wayward scrawl, the words now half obscured by some melted icing. Smiling to myself I poked my finger into the soft topping, popped it in my mouth, and immediately sighed with pleasure. That woman made the best vanilla butter icing I had ever tasted in my life, and it instantly made me feel better about my crazy Jack-and-job-hunt-filled day.
Who cared if I’d been mown down by a sexy film star and then failed to get a job because my mind had been so fuddled from it? Not me, not when I had this delicious muffin to distract me.
I was nearly finished with my muffin – which was acting as a very late, but delicious, lunch – when I felt my phone vibrate in my bag. Popping the last bite into my mouth, I licked my fingers clean as best I could and then pulled my mobile out.
Seeing a text from Allie, I only just managed to supress my squeal of delight as I forgot about my slightly sticky fingers and frantically opened up the folder to see what it said.
From: Allie
Hey you, change of plans, instead of meeting Sean I’m at your hostel. It’s a long story. See you when you get back. I’m turning this phone off now, if you need me my new number is 213 672 1243. A xx
Frowning, I immediately found my fingers moving to the elastic bands on my wrist, absently plucking them in concern before a sting of pain had me realising what I was doing.
Saving her new number, I stowed my phone back in my bag and stared out across the park thoughtfully. Why was she at my hostel? Not that I was complaining, I couldn’t wait to see Allie, but still … why the sudden change of plans? I couldn’t think of any good reasons why
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