You tug at Molly’s glittery scarf as she spins in front of the mirror, hair bouncing with every dramatic flourish.

“Okay, Molly,” you say, trying not to laugh. “Today is serious. We are applying for real jobs. Not the ‘President of Fun’ at some ridiculous boutique.”

Molly claps her hands, sparkling with excitement. “Oh, I love real jobs! This is perfect! Real people! Real chairs! Real… watercoolers!”

You sigh. “It’s an interview, Molly. You have to act professional.”

She twirls once more. “Professional, yes. But who says professional can’t be fabulous?”

Fast forward thirty minutes, and you’re sitting in the waiting room while Molly chats with the receptionist like she’s hosting a cocktail party. She’s complimenting the carpet, joking about the potted plant, and somehow convincing the intern she needs a private tour of the office.

When she finally sits down with the interviewer, she leans back in the chair dramatically, sighing. “Ah! What a divine space. I must say, your lighting is exquisite.” The interviewer blinks, clearly unprepared for Molly Gunn in her full chaotic glory.

You whisper from the hallway, shaking your head: “Molly… just answer the questions. Don’t ask them to dance.”

She winks at you through the glass door. “Oh, I think a little dancing might help me land the job.”

You groan, but you can’t help smiling. Molly doesn’t just walk into a room—she arrives. And somehow, somehow, that’s exactly what makes her… unforgettable.