"At home. What's wrong?" Lucas answered.
"Want to have a drink with me?"
He was silent for a few seconds. "Alright. Where?"
I gave him the name of a bar and then hung up.
When I arrived, I spotted Lucas right away.
He was sitting at the bar with a glass of liquor in front of him. His head was lowered as he looked at his phone. He was wearing a light gray knit sweater with the sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing his toned forearms.
I walked over, took a seat across from him, and poured myself a drink.
"The interviews didn't go well?" Lucas asked.
I nodded and downed my drink in one gulp. "Don't even mention it. It was a complete waste of time."
I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. "Either they think I lack experience or that I'm asking for too much. They act all high and mighty as if they're some big deal!"
Lucas listened quietly, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile.
When I finally finished venting, he said, "Actually..."
He paused as if something had just occurred to him, and then his smile widened. He even let out a quiet chuckle.
"What?" I looked at him suspiciously.
He waved a hand dismissively. "Nothing."
I gave him a doubtful glance but didn't press further. Instead, I sighed and poured myself another drink.
Seriously, what the hell? Why did today's interviews all go so badly? Could it be like Alex said—was I really not capable enough for those jobs?
The thought alone irritated me even more.
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