So... long story short... I didn't get the job... but I'm applying to other places.

Not so long story: I got an email saying that they had already hired someone for the position I applied for the morning of my interview. They told me to reapply instead of going in for the interview... so... I didn't end up going. I don't want to go into too deep of detail because I just feel so bad about it... not like... that I didn't get the job, just that I gave up instead of going to the interview. I feel like I still should've went. Anyway... sorry to have interrupted your reading. I'll get rid of this little A/N in a week so that those who are new to this book don't need this update from the past on here.

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Once Ace parks his car, he spots the bus pulling into the stop. He sees (Y/n) step out and he can tell that her head tilts at the sight on his car. As he exits his car, she walks over to him. She has a smile on her face, but he can kind of see worry in her (e/c) eyes.
  "I noticed that you didn't show up today," she stops in front of him while he closes the door lightly and she clasps her hands behind her back. "What happened?"
  "I... it's my day off," he rubs the back of his neck, honestly he's confused as to why she's talking to him. "I had... to visit the doctors office today. So on and such forth... it was a big day."
  "Oh... good," she lets out a breath, but continues to smile. "I thought maybe it was because of yesterday. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
  "As okay as one can be, I suppose," he gives her a smile back. "I appreciate the worry. Thank you, (Y/n)."
  He turns around, to go back to his apartment. He doesn't really feel like talking today. He has too much information to take in. Plus, he wanted to talk to his therapist about the woman who called him by accident all those years ago. The unknown caller.
  He feels his head throb, he stops dead in his tracks and closes his eyes reflexively. He brings his hand up and places his palm to his temple. These actions causing the woman to stand in front of him and stare at him, worried. No. Don't look at me like that. You can't. I'll take it the wrong way.
  "Are you sure you're feeling okay?" she pulls away his hand and places hers in its place. The touch sending small jolts of energy through his body, or maybe it was the genuine look in her eyes. But as he stared into them, he could feel another piece of something he's lost a long time ago click into place, "Because you don't look too well."
  He nods, afraid that his voice will give away all his secrets. He wants to share his story with her, but he doesn't know why. Actually, that's not the only thing he doesn't know. What exactly is my story, anyway?
  "I wanted to ask you something before you left... actually," her hand falls from his face, but she doesn't take her eyes away from him. "Are you going to the party tomorrow? You know, the welcoming party."
  It takes a few seconds for the words she said to sink into his mind, "Yes. I mean, I'm kind of forced to. My brother, Luffy, wouldn't let me miss it. Is there a specific reason as to why you want to know if I'm going to be there?"
  "Yeah... there is..." she casts her eyes away from him and focuses on the ground near her feet. "I just want to see all the women flirt with you again."
  "As if," he rolls his eyes and takes a step away from her. Once he realized how close she was standing, it felt like he was suffocating. His heart is beating. It was as if the tempo is getting faster. "But I'll accept the answer, because something tells me you're too embarrassed to tell me the truth."
  "Well, yeah," she shrugs, looking back at him and smiling with her eyes closed. "It's incredibly embarrassing to say that I don't want to go to a party because I don't have any friends to hang out with or something... but if you're there... I think I'd feel more comfortable. Or something along those lines."
  "Well, you can count on me being there," he gives her a half-smile. Only half, because somewhere along the road, he lost the motivation to pull the corners of his face up any higher. "The only thing that would stop me from being there is if I'm in a comma."
  "Please don't joke about that," she chuckles but then clears her throat. "Well, I'll let you go then... sorry to hold you up any further."
  "It's okay," he gives her another half-smile before continuing, "I just feel like I forgot something important again, after I just remembered it."
  He goes to walk around her, but then he stops again. She shares the same name as the caller from all those years ago, maybe he should just ask her? No, if he's wrong, he'd have to explain it to her. And he hasn't told anyone about the call. He's the only one who knew about how close he was to committing suicide all those years ago. And how the one thing that saved him, was advice given to him by a complete stranger.
  He turns around and gives her a small nod to say goodbye before he goes to his apartment. He didn't want to give her the chance to keep him any longer. If she somehow managed to, he'd probably slip up. He'd probably tell her everything. But, his therapist did say that it wasn't such a bad thing to rely on others.
  Someone else said those words to him. He swings open the door to his home and enters quickly. He feels like he's heard those words before, and not from him. He feels like he just discovered who told him that when he was walking away from (Y/n). The one who told him those words... was (Y/n).
  No, not the one from upstairs. The caller. His savior. Didn't she also say... that her family told her that all the time? But she didn't mention that she had a family member that's a therapist. But then again, he didn't ask. And then again, it could just be a common phrase that a bunch of people say.
  And that's besides the point, the party's tomorrow. He completely forgot about it due to this week's events. Well, it's not like it's expected that he brings anything. But he still hasn't picked out an outfit. He wonders if there's anything in the closet that (Y/n) would find him attractive in. He leans against the door. She has a boyfriend, Ace. But, just because she has a boyfriend, doesn't mean she can't find someone else attractive.
  But... why would it even matter if she finds him attractive anyway? It's not like he's developing feelings towards her... right?

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