He kept smiling at you and sat on the desk right opposite you. You feigned a smile but from the way his smile widened you knew he couldn't tell yours was fake. No one could ever tell between your fake smile and your real smile, it was one of the many mischievous talents you have.
Andre: Are you kidding me? I don't work here.
He laughed.
Ashley: Really?
You were embarrassed.
Ashley: I thought you did. I'm sorry I'd o offended you.
You lowered your head.
Andre: It's okay, I just noticed your outfit. It's not fit for an interview.
Ashley; I know right? So you think I will be interviewed?
Andre: Probably not.
Ashley: I'm so screwed. If I really don't get interviewed, then this is the say I die in the hands of my mother. What the hell was I thinking to go looking for that asshole yesterday.
You kept mumbling words of regret to yourself.
Andre; Are you saying something?
Ashley: Uh?
Ashley: No.
