Yes Sir (Tronnor Fanfiction)

The Interview (ch. 4)

 After I took a shower and got ready I had to wait a while before it was time for me to leave for my interview. I tried my best to look as nice as possible with the limited amount of clothing I have. I barely have enough money for rent and bills so I certainly didn’t have enough for a decent looking suit.

Great, just another reason for this interview to go terribly wrong.

I didn’t look too terrible, but I didn’t look that formal either. I had a light blue button up shirt, with an red sweater over it. For pants I wore some simple tan khaki pants that fitted me quite well, and my black shoes that I wear to work at the restaurant. Since it’s a fancier place, the workers have to wear their uniform as well as nice formal looking shoes. Thank god for that, because if I didn’t have them I’d be forced to wear my Chuck Taylors(converse shoes if you don’t know what that is) and that would not be a good interview look.

I stared into the mirror in my bathroom, regretting every decision I made with my outfit and picking at my hair, trying to make it look perfect. I sighed to myself and walked to the living room, sitting on my couch as I checked my phone for the time. It was just about noon so I didn’t have to leave for a while since it’s just down the road.

As I sat there I got too anxious and couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed my phone, keys, chap stick and gum and made my way out the door. There’s nothing wrong with being too early is there? If I have to wait a while I can always chat with Zoella.

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I took a deep breath as I opened the door and made my way to the front desk, not surprised to see ombre haired beauty sitting there working.

I smiled as I stopped right in front of her. “Hey Zoella!”

She looked up, taking her a moment to realize it was me. “Hey!” She beamed. “Oh please, you can call me Zoe! Are you here for your interview?”

I smiled and nodded, “Yep! I’m about 20 minutes early, though.”

“That should be fine; Mr. Franta likes people to be early.” She said as she smiled warmly and got up out of her chair, making her way around to me. “I’ll take you upstairs and tell him that you’re here!”

We headed towards the elevator, going inside. It was one of the nicest elevators I have ever been in, looking around at how nice and really expensive it looks. Am I really admiring an elevator? What is my life?

I see Zoe pressing a button as I stood behind her, I couldn’t see it but I’m assuming it was for the top floor. As the door closed I stared up at the screen that said which floor we were on, watching the number go up as I focused on not freaking out.

“Don’t be so nervous, Troye! I’m sure you’re going to get this job. Just be your sweet little self and he’d be a fool not to hire you!” She said as he turned her head to look at me.

I began to smile widely, nodding my head. “Thanks. I’m just really awkward so I’m afraid I’ll mess things up somehow.” I said as I looked down at my feet, still smiling.

“Well,” she stated after staring at me for a few moments. “If he gets to see that gorgeous smile I don’t think he’ll have a way to say no.”

My smile dimmed but was still visible. Was she flirting with me? Oh god, I never told her I was gay. Is this why she has been so nice to me? I need to tell her before things get to awkward-

“Don’t worry Troye, I know you’re gay. I’m not hitting on you.” She said as she started giggling. “I was just trying to comfort you. Besides, I have a boyfriend.”

My eyes widened at her bluntness.

“Wait, how do you know-”

“No straight man would look at Mr. Franta the way you did yesterday morning, no matter how rich and handsome he is.”