7 Dreams and Talents

*knock knock*

Josh thanked God a thousand times in his mind for the interruption. The mood inside the cabin got really weird, thanks to the weird slip off by him.

"Come in," Josh spoke up a bit loud, and getting permission, the door slightly opened ajar and the girl singing in the bar from before walked in.

"Ah, it's the artist from today…"

"Good evening, Miss Juan," Irvyn greeted the girl who was still standing by the door, cutting Josh off in the middle of his words. And hearing her name, the girl who was looking down on the floor, snapped her head up towards him, eyes almost popping out of her socket.

"Mr… Mr. Collins?" she never imagined out of all people, she would meet Irvyn here, late at night. Well, this was given to her working for such a high-class bar. But she has been seeing him often.

"You two know each other?" Josh spoke up, a bit shocked that he forgot to keep up with his cool demeanor.

"Ah, hello," Yvette bowed a little, still standing by the door. "It's just…"

"She is Glen's childhood friend." Irvyn completed the sentence for her, placing the just prepared drink in front of Josh.

"Glen… Emily's husband? Wow, small world," Josh let out an awkward smile before standing up. "Please Miss…"

"It's Juan, Yvette Juan," she replied in a low voice.

"Ah yes, Miss Yvette. I'm Josh Nelson, Mr. Collins' secretary. Please have a seat." Josh showed her one of the empty sofas in the room, and Yvette took the seat, simply nodding thankfully.

Josh went back to his previous seat, and taking the drink in his hands, he proceeded to talk, as he thought he should break the ice and get the atmosphere normal inside the cabin, as she looked quite awkward being here. "So, Miss Yvette, you sing really well. We heard you just now. I am surprised, with that skill, how come you are not a professional?"

"I'm glad to get the compliment, Mr. Nelson. You really flatter me," she politely nodded, replying to him. "So, for what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?"

"Wow, isn't she like, so courteous?" Josh thought to himself. He never knew courtesy like this still existed in people nowadays. But as for the response to her question, he really didn't have any. It was Irvyn who called for her, and look at him, just relaxing there, concentrating on making drinks.

"Just wanted to have some idle chit chats while we relaxed a bit, Miss Juan. nothing serious or specific," Irvyn turned towards Yvette, while pouring the drink into a cocktail glass. And when he was done, he handed the glass full of pinkish drink to her. "You can have it, it's non-alcoholic."

"I…" Yvette was hesitating a bit, wondering if she should take the drink from someone she barely knows, and on top of it when they are inside a bar.

"You can take that without any worry, Miss Yvette," Josh cut in between, realizing the doubt in Yvette. "Boss has talent in this, and he wouldn't possibly be stupid enough to spike a drink for someone in his own bar."

"This bar is yours?" Yvette was shocked, her mouth left open.

"It is," this time, Irvyn was the one who gave her answer.

And to think all this time she thought the manager guy was the boss, as he was the one hiring her. Guess he is just a manager then. Yvette thought to herself, and after a few seconds, she took the drink. "Thank you for this, Mr. Collins."

"Hum," Irvyn just nodded his head and went back to making another drink for himself. And awkwardly enough, there was total silence in the room for the next few minutes. No one spoke up anything, as Irvyn was already a man of short words, busy making drinks, Yvette was the one called up here so she didn't know what to say or how to react, and as for Josh, he didn't know what to do, being Irvyn's subordinate. He could work it out if this was any business meeting, that was exactly his job. But small talk with a girl? This is not what he works for.

Still, the silence was getting awkward enough, so he chose to break the silence. "Ahem, Miss Yvette, dare I ask what do you do? I mean, are you a student or a working person?"

"I am an undergraduate student, in my second year," Yvette replied. "Westford University, fashion designing major."

"Wow, that is wonderful. There is really a few people who major in fashion designing, and finding a proper talent in this field is so hard for us sometimes. I hope you know what company…"

"Of course I do!" Yvette exclaimed suddenly, cutting off Josh in the middle of his words, and completely taking aback the two men. "Oh, I am so sorry. It's…" she fidgeted her fingers, getting embarrassed about her expression just now. "Well, of course, everyone has the same dream, it's nothing special, but… I really want to work in a fashion designing line, and I know Midnight Glam is the biggest clothing line on Westford City. So, I really do dream about working there."

"And you think you will be qualified to do that?"

Yvette and Josh both looked at Irvyn, who was just now done with making his drink and spoke up all of a sudden, taking both of them by surprise. "Say, Miss Juan, wouldn't that be too much of a daydreaming?"

"Ir-Boss!" Josh tried to stop his friend. He knew Irvyn was a man of rude words which could be hurtful on so many levels. But acting rude to a young girl who has been having so high aspirations about her future job being the founder of it, it's way too discouraging.

"So what if it is, Mr. Collins? Do you think daydreaming is a sin?"

"Huh?" Josh fell at a loss for words, hearing the unexpected response from Yvette.

And she continued, without even giving any more opportunity to others. "Dreams are meant to be just some weird impossible presentation of our deeply rooted desires. And just because they seem hard or sometimes, impossible to achieve, doesn't mean we can't get as far as making it possible, right?" Yvette calmly spoke, gripping the glass tightly in her hands. "And I am a girl who is prepared to struggle for achieving whatever I want for myself, without being bothered by discouragement. I may not be competent now, but that doesn't mean I will not be ever."

With that saying, she got up from her seat, put the glass on the table before them, and slowly walked out of the cabin, without even sparing a second glance back.