It's about 7 AM on a Saturday and you're downstairs pacing in the kitchen. Michael's still upstairs sleeping. About three weeks ago you went in for a job interview at a famous fashion agency in New York City. There was an open position as a designer's assistant. The assistants get to go behind the scenes and help with designs, shows, buyers, and other things. You've loved fashion since you were a little girl and you've been studying design and fashion every chance you get. This job is just what you need to get your start in the industry.

The woman who interviewed you said someone would get back to you by today. You couldn't sleep last night because you were anxious for the results, so you came downstairs to wait by the phone.

The suspense is making you even more nervous. You really want this job. It's exactly what you've been wanting to do your whole life, and it pays well, too. You're about to go back upstairs to bed when the phone rings. You look at the screen; it's the number of the agency. You quickly pick up.

"Hello?" you say hastily.

"Hi, is this Y/N? a feminine voice says.

"Yes." you say. You want her to just hurry up and tell you if you're hired or not. You clutch the phone tightly.

"Well, I called to tell you that the executives here at the agency reviewed your resume and your interview report..." She paused. You hear papers rustling on her end. You feel you might explode. The suspense is too much.

"... and I'm sorry to inform you that you are not going to be hired." she finishes.

You have to pause and think. Did she really just say you didn't get the job? Your chest becomes tight and a lump forms in your throat.

"Oh..." you say weakly into the phone. "Well, thanks for your consideration." you say and hang up quickly. You walk over to the table and slump into a chair. You can't believe you aren't being hired. You thought you were really qualified.

A single tear rolls down your cheek. You should probably start looking for another job, but you don't feel like doing anything right now. You just wanna sit; go back to bed, maybe.

Suddenly, you hear someone coming down the stairs. It's probably Michael. You quickly wipe away your tears and stand up. You go to the fridge and pretend you are looking for something to eat as Michael walks in.

"Good morning, Y/N. I heard the phone ring; who was it?" Michael says. You close the fridge and turn to face Michael, but you keep your head down. You don't want Michael to see you crying. You clear your throat.

"The agency." you say bluntly.

"Oh, did you get the job?" Michael says, grinning. You keep quiet, knowing that if you say anything, you'll burst into tears. Just thinking about it makes you want to cry again. You try not to, but you can't. You look up at Michael, tears streaming down your face.

Michael's happy expression quickly turns to a concerned one. "Oh, no..." he says, walking closer to you. "Come here," Michael says, reaching for a hug. "Baby, please don't cry..."

You wrap your arms around Michael and rest your head on his shoulder. You instantly feel better in Michael's arms. You hug him tighter and continue to cry on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry... go ahead, let it all out, babe," Michael says, rubbing your back slowly. You sniffle and stop crying. You're still very upset, but Michael's hug is making you feel better. Michael lets go of you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly, his eyes light up and a big grin form on his face

"Hey, um, Y/N... would you go wait upstairs for a minute? I have to do something real quick... It's important." Michael says. You're a bit confused as to why he's making you go upstairs. You just want to stay here with him until you feel better, but you don't have the energy to protest.

"Um, okay." you say as you turn to leave.

"I'll be up in just a few minutes!" Michael calls up after you. You don't say anything back. You walk upstairs to the bedroom and flop on the bed. You just stare at the ceiling for a while. You don't feel like doing anything. That call pretty much ruined the day for you. Hopefully you can just spend the day here with Michael.

After about 10 minutes, the door creaks open and Michael pokes his head in. You prop yourself up on your elbows. He walks in and smiles at you. He's holding a tray.

"Hey, Y/N... I made you this." Michael says as he walks over to the bed and sits next to you. You sit up all the way and Michael sets the tray in your lap. He made you pancakes with a smiley face made out of chocolate chips and whipped cream. You smile and laugh a little.

"Aw, thank you, Michael. You're sweet." you say as you lean over to kiss him on the cheek. Michael knows just what to do to cheer you up. You love pancakes, and the smiley face is adorable. You start eating and finish quickly. Michael's a great cook.

"That was delicious, Michael. Thank you." you say, smiling. You feel a lot better.

"Do you feel better, Y/N?" Michael says sweetly.

"Yes, much better." you say. "Thank you."

"Of course," he says. "I hate to see you sad." He gives you another kiss and smiles. You smile, too.