Last night came and gone.

I had dinner. I wrote out a few resumés for job hunting today and filled out a few sudoku puzzles I bought at the marketplace yesterday, before going to bed.

The morning was chilled and fog faded out the street below my window, pale light fought it's way down through my window though. I wore a blue dress with a white pull-over before heading downstairs for breakfast, in which I exchanged few words with Mrs Munro and none with Mr Munro.

I grabbed my long brown trench coat and resumés before stepping out into the cool, light wind. Chills ran down my spine and I pulled my coat tighter around my small frame. I set out for town in the hope to find anyone looking for help.

I visited a few stores and the grocery store, but there were no takers. Things weren't looking good.

What about the library mentioned by that boy who walked me home. What was his name again? It started with a 'T'... Tin? No...Tintin. What an odd name...

The library wasn't too far away, and when I arrived, I was greeted by a frail looking man, asking if there was anything he could help me with.

"Yes, actually there is. I was wondering if you were offering a job to work here?"

"Oh...yes we have, but you best be talking to the boss about that. If you go up to the top floor, there should be a lady in the history section who can escort you."

"Thank you very much, sir."

"Much obliged."

I slowly climbed the stair, counting every step. Every flight of stairs has forty-nine steps. There are four floors and when I arrived, I had underestimated just how enormous this place really is.

Artwork hung along the walls, which weren't lined with books and rows of tables on every floor lay in the centre of each room. Dark wood panelled the walls. Thick red velvet curtains draped around stained glass windows. Ceilings high above were engraved with patterns of magnificent arts. This building was an artwork itself.

At the top floor was a large wooden desk, and there sat a large lady. Lips as red and rose and eyes of sapphire. She was scribbling down notes when I approached her. Her eyes flicked up to mine and she sat up with a practised smile.

"Hello there. Is there anything you would like me to help you with?"

"Ah, yes there is. I was wondering if you could direct me to your boss? I had heard you were offering jobs and would like to apply."

"Way certainly, dear, follow me."

I proceeded to follow to lady to a staff only area. Inside was a corridor line with doors going towards different rooms and an elevator, which must lead to a storage room or a basement.

We stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor and she tapped quickly on the door before sticking her head inside.

"Mr Collins, you have a visitor."

I didn't hear a reply if there even was one, all I know is that the lady stepped back and open the door so I could enter. I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The atmosphere felt warmer. Much warmer. And humid. I smelled whisky. Looking ahead was a large man at his desk, with a tall stack of paper on front and a glass of whisky in his hand. To his right was a cabinet of alcohol and to his left was a bookshelf filled with certificates, photos and other achievements.

"Are you by any chance looking for a job?" His voices with low, gruff and strong. He lowered his glass, dark eyes awaiting an answer.

"Y-" my voice didn't want to work. I cleared my throat and started again, this time was a voice of authority and certainty. "Yes sir."

"Oh good. Finally! We have been waiting and waiting for someone to come, but nobody seems to want to work here. Now, child, do you have a resumé with you?"

"Yes sir.." I ran through the papers and pluck one out. "Here you go."

He scanned up and down. Seconds passed and not another word left his lips.

He looked up at me, looked at his glass and swiftly grabbed another and poured a glass.

"Cheers." Holding up the glass I noticed he was offering it. I didn't often have alcohol, but I took it anyway. "You got the job!"

"Really?" I couldn't truly believe it, but with the sincerity in his eyes, I knew I really had got it. "Wow. This is amazing. Thank you so much. Thank you, really. This means so much!"

We worked out a schedule. My days are Wednesday to Sunday. Twelve in the afternoon, to nine in the evening. I will start work tomorrow.

Thank you Tintin.