‘Anastasia.’ He spoke as the elevator door started to close.
‘Christian.’ I uttered as the elevator doors close completely. Thank god, that interview was so intense and completely embarrassing. Damn it, Kate! I rode down in the elevator forcing myself to take a few deep breaths to calm myself. That must be the most intense human being I have ever met in my entire life, and what was with that internship crap. On the second thought getting any form of a paying job fresh out of grad school will be a good option for me at the moment. Yet there is the issue of me not fitting in here at all. Darn it how can one's thoughts run a marathon and I haven’t even reached the lobby yet. Maybe I should consider his generous offer of the internship program here.
Why am I even thinking about this at all?
