I get it though.
Despite the way I dress, my eyes usually catch people off guard. They're practically blue high beams, and if the color doesn't throw people then the fact that my pupils are jagged, or the albino white-blue rings around them and the outer rim, usually do.
My eyes are kind of an oddity all on their own.
My vision is better than perfect though.
Forcing a smile I nod. "Yeah… sometimes I forget how strange they are."
"No! Oh my gosh, no! They're gorgeous!" She’s still shaking my hand. "I mean, wow. They are just—just wow." Then she smiles. "I'm Casey, by the way. Casey Dragovihk. I run the floor most nights, and since Bill is gone for a few days and Posey isn't here yet, I'm the one to get you started on the application."
I glance down to our still joined and shaking hands, then meet her eyes. "I'm probably gonna need that to fill out the application."
"Right! Sorry." Casey giggles as she lets go, but instead of moving forward or doing anything else I expect, she keeps staring at me.
This is the weirdest interview ever.
A few seconds later, the office door opens again and another beautiful woman walks in—a curvy brunette, that’s more of a chestnut color, with green eyes and freckles—followed by two of the biggest men I have ever seen in my entire life.
"I told you I didn't need a goddamn entourage to run a fucking interview," she snaps, though her smile betrays her tone.
The man immediately behind her, the one with long black and red hair, and almost red eyes, smirks. "And I told you, beloved, that I do not like you coming here unattended."
"I'm just here for the show," the other man—clearly his brother—grins. "And to see my woman." He wraps a huge, muscled arm around Casey's waist and yanks her to him, burying his face in her hair while she giggles.
Andnowthis is officially the weirdest interview I've ever had.
So I clear my throat. "I can come back if… if now isn't a good..." I swallow hard as four sets of eyes turn my way, making me feel like a gigantic thorn ready to pop their perfect blissed out bubble.
"Gods..." The long haired man breathes before he shares a look with his brother who is nodding emphatically.
Casey furrows her brow but the brunette's stare is zoned in on my face, unblinking, searching, and when she seems to find what she's looking for she nods and looks to who I'm guessing is her husband.
They apparently have a silent conversation for a few beats before she turns back to me. "Josephine Dragovihk, but you can call me Posey."
I nod and take her outstretched hand. "Gypsy Stone."
Her eye twitches but she smiles. "Gypsy?"
"Yeah..." I clear my throat and fidget with the necklace made of gears from an old watch. "It's a nickname really but—"
"You prefer that to your real name?"
I just nod. So damn weird.
"Well, Gypsy Stone, you're hired. When can you start?"
"But… but you didn't even ask about experience or references."
Posey smirks. "Do you have any?"
"Experience, yes. References, no."
"So when can you start?"
I blink. "You're giving me the job? Just like that?"
Posey tilts her head and takes one step toward me. Her stare is hard but not cold, her smile warm but a little odd. "Do you want the job?"
