Robert rubbed pen between his fingers as he listened to your answers to his questions. This interview was a pure formality, after all, it was just a job at the cash register in a convenient store. Well, he had to know what kind of job you could get, whether you could work on weekends, what your financial expectations were - typical formalities. He wrote your answers down in his notebook, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye to write "holy shit, those legs!" in the margin.

He shook his head and immediately crossed it out. He wasn't a creep or at least he doesn't want to be, he was supposed to be your boss. Although he couldn't kid himself that you weren't pretty. Because you were so much in his type. That little smile of yours, damn it! But you were also much younger—Maybe you were looking for a job to earn extra money for your studies? Or maybe you've just graduated and haven't found a job in your dream industry yet? Anyway, you were a few years apart for sure. Yeah, divorce and approaching 40 really triggered his midlife crisis.

"Well, I admit that you meet my expectations for this position and I will gladly employ you. You might as well start working tomorrow, the contract will be prepared." Robert's eyes focused on yours as he stood up from his chair and walked over to you.

"I have a feeling we'll really enjoy working together."

Well, he'll definitely enjoy it.