Kira’s POV
“Do you have any prior experience in waitressing?”
That question glared back at me from the laptop screen, and I groaned out loud, slumping further into my seat. Tears threatened to spill, but I blinked rapidly, refusing to cry over a stupid job application. So far, I had ticked “no” on every requirement, and honestly, my chances of getting hired were about one in a million. Heck, if I were the one hiring, I wouldn’t even hire me.
With a sigh, I shoved the laptop aside and dropped my head onto the table, feeling a wave of depression. Think, Kira, think. I had to do this on my own. I needed to. I didn’t need him.
But wow… I didn’t realize just how inexperienced I really was.
What was I doing? Job hunting.
I’m job hunting. That’s right. After my oh-so-pleasant confrontation
