𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏 | 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐘

ross gaines tapped a singular fingernail against his desk. it had been two months since he’d been to the hellish nightmare of the royston vasey job centre.

pauline remained borderline tyrannical, still ruling over the handful of them like the cruel dictator she was. ross, however, remained just as ross. his hair was still perfectly parted, usual mustard blazer ironed with care, and his glasses placed on the bridge of his nose.

but today, there was a new member in the group of job seekers. you stood in the doorway as pauline tattered away, waiting for her to acknowledge the unfamiliar presence in the sardine packed room.

no one looked at you, a handful of elder men, unshaven and unkempt, lacking any ambition in their hopeless eyes, glazed over as they paid no mind to pauline’s constant berating.

except for one.

ross’ beady blue eyes, interrogating you without needing to speak a word. his gaze followed you as you entered the room, taking a seat beside him, wincing as the chair scraped beneath you.