There’s a deck nearby where employees park, and we agree to meet there at six. I spend some time in the afternoon filling out HR paperwork—Meredith was serious when she said I was hired—then head home to freshen up before the date.
Date, jeez. I never thought a job interview would turn into…something more.
Then again, I didn’t know I’d run into my high school flame, either. Who knows where the evening will end? I sure don’t, but I can’t wait to find out.
At five minutes to six I’m back in the parking deck, engine idling in a visitor’s spot. I still have on the dress I wore to my interview—it’s the prettiest one I own. Most of the vehicles in the deck are gone, but there’s a bright blue Mustang convertible still here that I’m pretty sure belongs to Meredith. I can totally see her in some
