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David questions.
    “I’m at the mall; it was the cashier. What’s up?”
    “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day,” David says with urgency in his tone.
    “I know and I called you back. Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah. I had a tournament pop up in Denver tonight and wanted to see if we could meet up.”
    “It depends what time it is. I have a really important job interview tomorrow morning and I want to get to bed early.”
    “That’s fine. I’m cool getting to bed with you as well.”
    “David,” I snap.
    “What?” he laughs.
    “I don’t know, how about we have dinner and catch up before we jump back in bed? I’ve barely talked to you lately.”
    “Okay, okay. But my tournament starts at six and you know how long those things can go, I might not have time for dinner.”
    “Whatever, just call me when you’re done.”
    “I will.”
    We hang up and I honestly can’t believe his brazenness. He truly has some balls, suggesting that we sleep together considering we have barely spoken in the last few weeks. I’m not going to let him get in my head or take over my thoughts. I have to focus on this interview. Getting in my car, I call Cara in hopes she will be home tonight so I can pick her brain for some interviewing tips. Lex gave me a lot of info on the firm, but I’ve never had a real interview.
    Unfortunately, I get her voicemail and ramble on about the day’s events. It’s not long ‘til I’m home. I park my car and head inside with my new clothes. Hanging them on my closet door I admire my new purchases. They are so perfect. I decide to try the whole outfit on again to make sure the shoes will look as good as I’ve imagined. I search my closet for my Mary Janes. I can’t find them so I pull out two other pairs of heels. One is a black, patent leather pair and the other is a red, pointed toe pair. I put one on each foot and look in the mirror.
    I try and decide which pair looks best, but the doorbell interrupts me. Pulling the shoes off I make my way into the living room. When I open the door, I’m shocked – it’s Troy.
    “Wow, you look amazing,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
    “Thanks. Come in,” I say and move out of his way. He steps in and I notice the small Macy’s bag in his hand.
    “Is this what you’re wearing to your interview tomorrow?”
    “Yeah, do you think it looks okay?”
    “Uh, yeah. I would say it looks more than okay. I would hire you based solely on the outfit.”
    “Whatever, Troy. People don’t get hired based solely on their attire. But since you’re here, wanna help me decide which shoes?”
    He chuckles. “Sure.”
    I start to put a shoe on and get a little off balance. He steadies me and I look at him as his hand grips my arm – he has such a firm grip. Once I have both shoes on, I take a step back and look at him questioningly.
    “Which ones look better?”
    “The man in me says the red, but for an interview I would go with the black.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Thank you. I can’t find the shoes I planned on wearing so I was a bit perplexed. What brings you here anyways?” I ask as I take them off.
    Outstretching his long arm, he hands me the Macy’s bag. “I got this for you.”
    “Troy, you didn’t need to buy me anything.”
    “I know I didn’t; I wanted to.”
    Smiling at him, I take the bag and pull out the box. I can’t contain my excitement when I see what he’s bought me. “Holy shit! You did not buy me Juicy perfume.”
    “Yup, I did. Now I have no doubt you’ll get the job.”
    “Thank you so much,” I exclaim throwing my arms around his neck.
    “No problem. You’re gonna do great. I know it.”
    “Thanks for saying that. I don’t know why, but I’m really nervous.”
    “That’s normal. This is a great opportunity, with a huge firm. Can I help with anything?”
    “You’ve done enough; I don’t want to bother you with my worries and self-doubt.”
    Stepping closer to me, he takes my hands