I woke up he next morning and decided to cook some breakfast. While i was taking out the toast my phone rang. I only got one bar out here. "Hello?" I answered. "Hi, is this Meg?" Asked a man. "Yes it is." "Hi this is Bo, I own the diner downtown. You put in an application." He said. "Oh yes sir, i did." "Well you interested in the job? You have the experience I'm looking for." Obviously because that's why i put in the application. "Of course!" I said. "Okay, why don't you come up today and interview. Say about ten?" He asked. "That would be great sir, thank you!" I said. "Great, i'll see you soon." He said. "Of course, bye." We hung up.                                                                   

        I knocked on Jacobs door and pushed it open. He was sitting on his bed shirtless reading a book. I was taken aback. I mean i knew he had muscles, i'd seen them through his shirt but this was something else. I bit my lip. Look at his face, stop staring. I cleared my throat. "Sorry, uh i made breakfast if you're hungry." I said. "Okay, great thanks." He sat the book down. "And uh i have an interview in town this morning if you wanna come." I said. "To the interview?" He asked confused. "Oh what? No, i meant to town. Sorry. I thought i could drop you off at the store to get whatever you needed grocery wise and then i'd pick you up after the interview." I said.

       "Oh! Right yea that would be great." He said. "Thanks." "No problem." We sat down and started to eat. "So where's the job interview at?" He asked to be polite. "At a diner." I said. "Oh, waitressing?" He asked surprised. "Yea i know it's weird. But i like to cook, and i don't want to go to culinary school." I shrugged. "Why?" He asked narrowing his eyes at me. "Well for one it's expensive. And two i don't want to spend four years learning how to cook, i know how to cook." I said. "Okay i guess that makes sense but why not just get a job as a cook?" He asked. I sighed. "I don't know. I guess i don't have the experience? I have to work for it ya know and i'm not sure i'd even like it. Having to cook someone else's meals." I said.

       "So you should open your own restaurant. I'd never had chicken like you made last night. It was juicy but good. And even your eggs are different." He shrugged. "I'd love it but i don't even know where to begin i'm kind of starting over you know. And i'd have to get a loan i don't know who'd give me one it's just tough." I said. "I understand." He nodded. We finished up and washed our plates in the sink. "I'll be just a minute getting ready." He said. "Okay no hurry." I said putting my shoes on. I pulled on my jacket and he was coming out of his room.

       "So what are you going to do?" I asked. "I'm sorry?" He looked confused. "Oh i mean for work?" I asked. "Oh! I don't know yet. I haven't had to work before it was...different." "Different how?" I asked. "Uh well i was kept pretty busy with my brothers." He said. "Oh you have brothers? That's cool I'm an only child." I said. "How many did you have? I asked. "Too many to count. Where are you from originally?" He asked changing the subject. "Port Angeles Washington. You?" I asked. "Forks." "Oh, small town." I said. "Yea but I grew up on the Quileute reservation." He said. "Oh that makes sense!" I nodded.

       "How  does your family feel about you moving away so far?" He asked. "It's just my mom and I, she doesn't like it but she understands." "Why did you move?" He asked. "Why did you move?" I shot back. "Point taken." He nodded. It seems we were intent on keeping our secrets. I had my reasons. I didn't want anybody to know why I moved. It was embarrassing. "How does your family feel about it? I imagine it would be pretty hard to leave all those brothers behind." I said. "Well my mother is no longer living. It's been just my dad and I." "And your brothers?" I asked.

       "Sure, he doesn't understand why I had to leave. But it was just to hard to stay. I think he knows this was something I needed to do though." I said. Now I was really curious as to why he had left.  I knew from looking at him it was something big. He just looked hurt. I couldn't deny that I wanted to know what it was. But it was only because he seemed nice and I didn't want him hurting.

       I pulled into the store and he turned to me. "Thank you." he said. "Oh no problem, anytime. I'll be back soon. Oh you should get my number in case we get lost or confused." So we exchanged numbers. I left heading to my job interview. I pulled in and got out giving the building a once over. The outside looked a little shabby. 

       It had big windows with writing describing the specials the wood was brown and chipping. I pushed the door open and the bell above the door jingled. I saw a guy behind the counter reading a paper. I walked up to him. "Excuse me are you Bo?" I asked. "I sure am, you Meg?" He asked. I nodded. He had short white hair with a beard, he wore glasses perched on the end of his nose.

       "Okay well let's get this thing started." He said. "Great." He asked me several questions about my experience waiting tables. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" He asked. "Honestly? I wanna open my own restaurant." I said hopping my answer hadn't scared him off. "I like that, I was just like you when I was your age. I saw it, the vision." He said. "Well I like what I hear, now only issue we have is...the last girl quit. Left her uniform. I've washed it. They don't make this here style anymore. But you look about her size." He said pulling a folded down diner uniform out from under the counter. 

       "I know it aint pretty but we had an issue with people not knowing who the wait staff was and well you know my wife she picked em so." "No, no it's fine thank you." I took the outfit from him. "Okay you be here in the morning at eight?" He asked. "Were open at night only cause I got a waiter who can't sleep at night and insists it's good for business." He rolls his eyes. I knew that it probably wasn't but he was to nice to say no. "And you'll leave here about four, that sound okay?" He asked. "Of course, that's perfect." I said. I would've taken any shift...except maybe the night shift. I mean I probably would have been so desperate I would've taken it but I wouldn't of liked it.

       We shook hands and I headed back to the store to pick up Jacob. He was coming out as I pulled up. I got out to open the trunk. He sat a few bags in the back. I shut it and we got in. "Well how did it go?" He asked. I beamed. "I got the job." I said. "Congrats." "Thanks, I'm stoked other than the uniform that looks a little goofy." I said. "Oh this I gotta see." He said chuckling. "Fine." I rolled my eyes. Maybe it would get him to give me an actual smile.

       I pulled in and he started to unload his groceries while I went into the bathroom. I flapped out the uniform and put it on. I looked in the mirror sighing. Whoever had this uniform before me was tiny. The dress as it was, came to the middle of my thighs. The bodice was to tight and the front pushed up my boobs. I was a double D I didn't need anything pushing them up. Was this even appropriate for me to wear to work? I know I'd show Jacob and his first reaction would be what I'd go with. 

       I pulled the door open and stepped out. He sat a bag onto the table and turned to look at me. His eyes scanned my body. "Uh, is that really what they want you to wear?" He said. "Apparently the girl who owned this before me wasn't as...well she was more...well she had..." I sighed not knowing how to finish that sentence. "Do you think an undershirt would help?" I pulled at the fabric trying to pull it up but all that did was make the already short skirt shorter.

       I felt tears prick the back of my eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked picking up on my mood shift.  "This is really embarrassing." I said. He looked like he didn't know what to say and it was killing him. Like he wanted to say something. "Look, it's not that bad." "Yes it is, I can't wear this. And I need the job. I've filled out an application for every place that served food he's the only one who called me back." I said.

       "Look, I'm gonna tell you this. But please don't read anything into it. I just hate seeing you look like this." "Okay..." I said unsure of what he was thinking. "The dress makes your long legs...look good. Uh the top thingy makes you look super thin, not that you didn't look thin before? Uh and the top...yea there's nothing I can say about that top. Enjoy the tips?" I picked up a bag of chips and tossed them at him. He laughed catching them. "Thanks." He said setting them into the pantry. "Well that's it I'm calling to say I can't take the job." I said reaching for my cell phone.

       He came over and pulled it from my hands. "You are not. Look try the undershirt thing." He said. I nodded and left the room. I pulled a white thin tank on and put the uniform back on. I stepped back out of the room. "Please tell me this is better." I said. He turned and looked. "Actually yea, that's not so bad. I mean if you wanna lose the tips." He joked. "You're not funny Jake!" I called out as I started to my room. "Weird, I think I'm hilarious." He said. "Doesn't count you dork!" I said putting my clothes back on and coming out.

        That night after we had eaten dinner I was cleaning up. We had just agreed that I would cook dinner for us if we were both here. And he could eat leftovers while I was gone or cook himself. He walked into the shower and came out later as I was wiping off the table. I turned at the sound of the open door. He was wearing a towel slung low on his hips. My eyes grew wide at the shock. I quickly turned around. But I somehow knew the muscles going down in the towel would be stuck in my brain for a bit. My ex Kyle didn't look anywhere close to that. In fact none of my exes had. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't I find a guy with abs like that. I mean that was going on my checklist for future boyfriends. I wanted to be held tight by muscles like that.

       You'd think I would have learned a lesson from that. But no, when I got into the shower early the next morning I assumed Jacob was still asleep. I got out wrapping my towel around my body and stepping out into the kitchen. He looked up from his bowl of cereal. He dropped the spoon into the bowl and it splattered milk. "Oh shoot." He said reaching to clean it up. I used that as an excuse to run into my room quickly. I came back out in my uniform for work. I pulled a pop tart from the pantry and poured coffee into my to go cup stopping to add milk and sugar. 

       "Have a good day." He called out as I left. "Oh thanks, I'm nervous." I said putting my shoes on. "Ah first day jitters are normal." He said. "I guess so, thanks. You have a good day too." I said waving and heading out to my car.