It was Monday morning, I could just feel the breeze on my face as it blows my long brown hair towards the left and spread its warmth on my cold and nervous body.

Without having to take my eyes off the giant building in front of me, I could bet money that people are staring at me with annoyed faces since I'm blocking a portion of the side walk. 

There are about 5 steps of stairs before I reach the automatic doorway to the building of Kingston Tower. 

This is my first attempt in applying for a job here in New York City.

I've always imagined myself being excited and more confident than this, as I normally am. In my defense, I've never aimed to start this big of a reach. 

I'm more of a work your way up to the top kind of woman. I'm used to the grind though, I had to wait tables and clean other people's houses to get my first phone. Working hard is big in our household. 

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. 

I count every step I take before entering the building.  

I'm so nervous that I even contemplated doing the horse breath my aunt learned in one of her Lamaze classes but I just settled for deep breaths. 

This is Monday morning. 

Let me take a few steps back in to my Sunday morning. 

Oh no. I'm naked.

"Good morning beautiful. Sorry I'm friendly in the morning." I feel him smile on my shoulder as he gives it a quick peck. Sweet fluffy haired nerd. "and also, you just said that out loud again." Now, he laughed. His throaty, I-just-woke-up laugh.

I looked back at him as though he was the terrifying pale white girl from that movie The Ring, which he was far far from.

His hair is covering his eyes, I think his stubble grew a little over night and his eyes look like the grass field where I used to play as a child. 

"What's wrong, Cupcake?" 

I didn't reply.

"Are you hungry? I can only make eggs and toast but I make a really mean one." He said while still wrapped around me. I like warm and he is warm. This dork. 

I just tilted my head to the side and raised my eyebrows like I'm confused, which I am. 

My stomach did all the talking for me as it grumbled out of hunger and I felt my face become red from embarrassment. 

"I knew you were hungry, you seem to have a big appetite." He said, not missing the clear intention of his usage of words.

I feel my face become redder by his innuendo, I didn't even know I'm capable of blushing. 

I pride myself in having thick skin. A friend of mine pulled out my chair in front of the whole class assembly when I was in elementary school, I fell to the floor with a loud thump and my skirt went flying high; I just brushed it off and made a big 'tada,' bowing like a princess when I stood up. Everyone clapped. 

"Ummm, yeah. I'll just dress up." Finally having something to say and having the guts to turn to him while holding the blanket to cover my body. 

I look him dead in the eye and he just stared back with a wolfish grin. "Go ahead then, get dressed." I just knew he's not going to budge and I - the competitive person that I am - saw this as a challenge. 

Without removing eye contact, I got off the bed and stood, naked, his gaze is still locked dead into my eyes with his stupid stupid smile.

I turned around and slowly picked up my clothes, giving him a full view. 

I turned back around and saw that he was not smiling anymore but rather looked very serious.

Got 'cha.

I teasingly put on my garments, one by one, really really slow just to give him a show. 

"I'm all done. Now where's my eggs and toast?" I said, sweetly smiling at him like I didn't just give him a reverse strip tease.

Sunday continued as I lifted my head from the pillow that I was trying to suffocate myself with to have oxygen run through me again then slammed myself against it once more, letting a loud grunt out of my system. 

It was almost lunch time. I sneaked out of Will's apartment about two hours ago now prior to my last grunt at the pillow. 

I got too nervous with all this.. this warmth in my tummy. That stupid weirdo with all his eggs and toast making and soft and fluffy hair. 

I was like a ninja sneaking out of his apartment while he was making me breakfast.  

"I don't know why you're stressing about this too much, you were all over him last night." Harper chuckled.
I didn't even notice she went inside my room. "Come on, we're having lunch with a friend of mine. Dress up!" She continued.

I just let out a loud grunt again. I'm starting to sound like one of those gargoyle sidekicks but I went and fixed myself anyway.

Anything to get the thought of his lips on my neck. Those stupid lips. 

We were on our way to this new ramen place here in New York. Harper's friend said it was and I quote "to die for." Oh god, I hope she's not that type of person who exaggerates everything and has the accent. You know, the accent. 

I saw myself in a mirror while walking toward our destination. I was wearing a yellow dress with flowers on them with pink shoes with short heels to match. I just let my hair do it's thing, I wasn't in the mood to glamour up. 

Harper was looking great as ever though, she was wearing midnight jeans and a black cropped top with sneakers. How does she look great in everything I wouldn't know. 

We reached the ramen place and the waiter ushered us in to where Maggie, Harp's friend, was seated.

 I was so relieved that my assumption of her was wrong. She was one of the sweetest person the world, I would know with just the way she talks about herself and other people.

She is one of the producers of a brand new late night show on the TLS network. Cool. 

"You know, my friend here is a great writer. Maybe you could help her land a gig." Harper insinuated. I gave her the stink eye. This is embarrassing.

"Oh no, you don't ha-" 

"That's amazing, you know we're looking for new writers since the show is new. If you could come by tomorrow that would be great!" She said enthusiastically.

"Are you sure? I mean thank you but you don't rea-" Once again my sentence was cut off. 

"She would love to!" Harper answered for me, clasping her hands together. 

The next few hours was spent writing sample pitches and contents and editing a few old ones. 

That was my whole Sunday but today is Monday morning. 

Deep breaths. 

In, out, in, out. 

Now this is just ridiculous. I couldn't even breath without thinking of.. well, he was in and out of me the other night. I mentally slapped myself. What is happening to me?

Deep breaths.

Finally having the courage to step into this prestigious building that is Kingston Tower.

I looked around and even the reception area looks like it's from a 5 star hotel.

Is this even the right place? There was a big chandelier hanging in the center of the area and black couches are spread on the sides. T

he walls have paintings which I'm sure if I ever get my hands on one can cover all my college debts.

The ceiling is cloud white and has intricate paintings of angels on it that you wouldn't notice unless you look really really close. 

After wondering my eyes upon the luxury of the building. I went directly to the tall, blonde woman on the front desk who has a smile plastered on her face showing her pearly whites. I wondered if she had braces on when we was younger. 

I looked at her name plate which reads 'Jane'.

"How may I help you with today miss..? She said, implying that she needed my name. 

"Ryan, Jessica Ryan." I answered. "I have an appointment on the 10th floor, I'm actually an applicant for a writer's position." 

"Oh, for that new show?"

"Yes." My nervousness turning into excitement. "Thursdays with Thomas Holmes."

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Ughh, I've always dreamed of being a writer at Conan's show! But I live like 10 million miles away from California lmao

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