You’re biting your nails when the A Train barrels loudlyinto the station, startling you out of your anxious reverie. As the crowd around you pushes in on itself,
every commuter determined to be the first through the doors, you quietly stand
back and gather your thoughts. Trying to
remind yourself that it’s just an internship interview.
Your first one since starting college.
Your first one ever.
A very important interview.
The most IMPORTANT INTERVIEW OF YOUR LI-
You shake your head ferociously, trying in vain to get rid
of your nerves. You can do this. You can
so do this.
You didn’t get the “Hardest Worker” trophy in Mr. Antare’s
fourth grade class for nothing.
With a confident nod, you step over the yellow line
separating the platform and the train, heading for the far end of the car. Leaning against the pole (no you’re not going
to touch it there are germs on these
things you know), you try your best to take deep breaths. In and out.
In. And. Out.
You’re doing fine until the most gorgeous person you’ve ever
seen steps through the rapidly closing sliding doors and makes you forget how
to breathe all over again. Trying not to
stare too hard, you take it all in. The
black hair. The blue eyes.
Suddenly, those eyes are meeting yours and you give a
(hopefully quiet) yelp as you wrench your gaze away and try in vain to pretend
you’re incredibly interested in the seat cushion to your right.
Which stops working as soon as someone sits in the seat, and
you’re left accidentally staring at a stranger’s crotch. Sure that you’re now bright red, you look up
to offer an apology only to find the same blue eyes you were trying to avoid,
now paired with one expertly raised eyebrow.
Fuck. This is not
something you can deal with right now.
You stammer out an awkward apology and decide that this side of the car
is probably not where you most want to be right now.
Unfortunately, as soon as you take a step forward, the train
jolts to a start and you are sent flying.
Everything seems to go in slow motion as you fall, and you take this
extra time to grimly applaud whatever deity is in charge for how unbelievably
quickly your life has managed to fuck you over in the last five minutes
Soon enough, however, your personal audience with god is
over, and you’re brought back to reality as your stomach finally makes contact
with the floor.
Except it can’t be the floor, because you’re looking at the floor.
Whoever you landed on top of lets out a breathy “SHIT”, and
you’re halfway to panicking when you realize you’re too drained to even be
embarrassed anymore. That’s a new
You let out a sigh and manage to stand up awkwardly, and
before you can think too much about it you’re reaching for the hand of the
stranger whose lap you just vacated, shaking it before you even get a glimpse
of their face. Might as well be polite.
“Uh, sorry about that,” you mutter. “I’m Ashvin Tyndar and I really didn’t mean-“
Your eyes finally reach their face, and your mouth stops
working, because damnit there are those blue eyes again.
You’re at such a complete loss, and you’re just standing
there, shaking this person’s hand, wondering if maybe you should just never
ever leave your dorm room again, when their face breaks out into a tentative
smile, and your handshake is gently reciprocated.
“Hi,” the stranger says, with a voice like honey. “I’m Tularo Zubana. Nice to meet you.”