Mine
Jack
I park my car in front of the Gallery and a smile sprawls to my face. I am still dressed in the same clothes I had on for the interview. Everything happened so fast and I don't plan on even going home to change. I texted Lance about the job and he hasn't stopped blowing off my phone. I know he was also worried about me. He is really the only one that I actually talked to about my fears. I told him about how useless I felt. He knew about all the insecurities that I didn't want to show to Trick. I didn't want him to know that I was weak—even though I am pretty sure that he could tell.