Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

EMMA’s POV : 

----- THREE MONTHS AGO - - - - -

 "You're gonna do great,"

Elliott said as he took my shaking hands.

"You got this, E,"

Tristan gave me a reassuring smile.

Elliott, Tristan, and I were standing in front of the massive structure that was the Hudson Yards in New York City.

It was a very special day today, I was having my first ever job interview in the famous New York Magazine.

I was absolutely over the moon when I got the call for an interview.

Sophie, Tristan, Elliott, and I were having dinner together at a restaurant when I got the news.

They were excited for me too.

So much so, that Tristan offered to drive me to the city for the interview.

Sophie had a meeting with her professor today, so she couldn't come.

But she promised that she would be waiting at home with pizza and champagne.

We were gonna celebrate this moment no matter what, because whatever happens, at least I got to tell people that I was getting interviewed by David Haskell, one of the greatest editors of all time.

This was pretty much my dream job.

If I ace this interview, I could be the next editorial assistant to David Haskell or to the other great editors that worked in the magazine.

I would be living in New York City right after graduation, working at one of the greatest publishing companies in the world.

I mean, what else could be better than that? "Oh God, I'm so nervous, I think I’m gonna hurl,"

I was taking deep breaths and trying my best not to hyperventilate.

"Just go in there and be yourself.You don’t have to worry about anything,"Elliott said.

"Yeah, they'll be crazy not to hire someone like you,"

Tristan agreed.

I still didn’t feel ready, but there was no more time to waste.

I nodded at them, took another deep breath, and curled my hands into fists.

With confidence as strong as the croissant I ate this morning, I turned to my heels and climbed the stairs towards the entrance.

"Here goes nothing,"I mumbled to myself.

Walking into the grand lobby of the building, I suddenly felt so self-aware that my heels were too loud.

Slowly, I made my way to the receptionist and told her I was here for the interview.

She directed me to the waiting room area and told me to wait there.

There were several other people waiting alongside me.

There was a guy who kept twitching and fixing his glasses every ten seconds.

And there was a girl with a severe case of the hiccups.

I waited for about twenty minutes before they finally called me in and said David Haskell was ready to see me.

I saw a glimpse of the room where the interview was taking place and I gulped instinctively.

I saw David Haskell sitting there, alongside two other people who I assumed were other senior editors in the magazine.

"No matter what happens, I’m here for the experience,"

I repeated the sentence like a mantra as I stood up.

"I'm proud of you even for just going in here and trying,"

The lady that escorted me into the room probably thought I was weird, talking to myself like this.

Excuse me, but I had never been so nervous in my life before.

This interview was gonna determine my future for the next, I don’t know how many years.

And with that thought in mind, I took a deep breath and stepped into David Haskell’s office.

"So? How'd it go?"

and expectations

every move as I stepped down the long stairs

heels today, as I

however,

"It went...kind of great!"

I told them.

the smile forming on

intimidated at first, but David Haskell is such a

glad it

knew you

as I was an arm’s length

the cheek and smiled

in there for a while, what did you guys

Tristan asked.

also to work for a

the journalistic side than the New

culture, politics, and the world of arts in New

something more like The New York Times or

to wait about twenty minutes for David Haskell to finish his

this guy that kept twitching and this girl with the hiccups, but anyway, I went in after them and we did the typical introductory stuff like

my department which happened to be great friends with him, and

took a look at m resume again, saw some of my portfolio, and then he asked

you're hired’, but I still think

"Wow, that sure does,"

someone will be in touch within

I continued.

pretty much means you're

Tristan said matter-of-factly.

don’t wanna get my hopes up, but I sure hope

with my fingers crossed and my eyes

a great opportunity for me, or for anyone,

to start working right away after college and in a place like the New York Magazine, this must be a

news, right? We should

what do you have

a couple of hours to

I know a great sushi place not too far from

Tristan said.

on, I’m starving.I haven't eaten all day because

said and motioned for

"Ew, TMI,"

Tristan rolled his eyes.

way, you’re paying for lunch, E.You’re gonna be a paid

salary woman brought

blazer, walking up those flights of stairs

comes Emma! "Fine.Get whatever you want, lunch is on

"Yes!"

put his hands up in

place called Sushi Seki

decided to take advantage

it was probably the best sushi I’ve had

a walk around Central Park before driving back since the weather so nice

so my heels were not made for

on, and plus, I had Elliott and Tristan with me so

walking in between Tristan and Elliott, my left arm was

is

wonder as he took in

trees were green and full, the flowers were blooming, people were out enjoying the sun, and the sky

in Philly for almost a year and you never visited New York City.It’s only a one hour

Tristan said.

for confirmation, saying, "I guess we just never got a

laugh escaped

a chance to come visit, there were plenty of chances to come visit, but I

in this city, I saw my fiancée kissed another girl and we broke

to

haven't we come here

Elliott muttered casually.

know...I was

eyes darted to the side to avoid eye contact with Elliott,

on his face said

never wanted to

and it was like we were having

lan, didn’t you?" he asked with

and don't you say a word!"

awkward silence for a few more