“I’m looking for something else. I swear it’s not easy. Not with my poor skills.”
“If you give me a CV, I can try to make some calls.”
“It’s nice of you to say that, but when I talked about skills, I really meant that I have no skills at all.”
“That can’t be true.”
“All I know how to do is pour drinks and smile at people, and the first thing, as I told you, I also do pretty badly, too.”
“You could try a coffee shop, day shifts.”
“You think so?”
“A job that gets you home in time for dinner.”
“Maybe… I don’t know.”
“Bring a CV with you tomorrow. There is a café right next to the firm. I can talk to the owner.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Do you want to win this case or not?”
“I do. Absolutely.”
“Then you have to trust your lawyer.”
“OK.”
“Good.”
“I really should…”
“Sure. See you tomorrow.”
“Thank you. For calling, for the chat.”
I’m about to tell him I never meant to stay on the phone that long and that it was far from just a chat, but the moment I hear him smile, I hold back.
“It was nice.”
I can’t tell him it was strangely nice for me, too. I let his sentence settle on both of us without too much shaking and without damage.
“Good night, Rowan.”
“Good night,” I barely say before he ends the call.
I put my phone on the table and lean back in the chair. I look around, aware that something is not the same as before, then get up and walk to the living room window that opens onto the terrace. I slide open the glass door and step outside, needing air, sound, light, and noise.
The silence I love so much no longer suits me.
Suddenly, all I want to do is close my eyes and let the alive and vibrant city beneath me take over.
Seth
George accompanies me to Rowan's office, who immediately stands up to greet me.
“Good morning.”
