twentythree

I leave the café with a strange feeling. I'm not sure whether I want to yawn or throw up. This is a purely physical feeling, or pain. I think the interview went well. I think about Melanie calling and saying I've got the job and then me working there and making friends with everybody and being excited about going to work in the morning. And then buying a flat closer to town and having everyone from the café round for a house warming party. I couldn't have that with Ant and Mozart, or anyone else from the restaurant.

I then think about Melanie phoning and saying I did really well but they found someone else with more experience. I tell myself it's best not to get my hopes up anyway.

I walk back to the bus stop slowly. The buses are infrequent and I have more than twenty minutes before the next one comes. I decide to go to the library and get a DVD out.

I get back to the bus stop with five minutes to spare. I read the back of the DVD case four times. The bus is ten minutes late. In the nine minutes before the bus shows up I think, maybe it came early while I was at the library. But if it had, surely it would have waited until it was on time? I contemplate walking home instead, but stay where I am. Eventually the bus comes and I get on and go home.