"Hello Jeremy, it's nice to meet you," I wait for him to sit before I take my seat again.
"Your father speaks highly of you," Jeremy laughs, already looking impressed.
"I told him not to butter you up," I inform him, my fingers dragging over my carefully crafted CV that's laying right in front of me. Jeremy laughs, nodding along, "He told me not to mention it actually, now that I recall it." His cheeks turn a soft shade of pink.
"How about you don't yell at him and I forget about what he said?" He offers, sitting more upright, coming forth as more professional. I smile, nodding.
"Deal." The only reason why I accept his offer is because he'd get into trouble too if I went home and scolded my father for stepping in. He did it because he's proud of me, not because he wants to help me-- th
