The morning came rather fast and I was already up and about. I had left Shizuo's apartment and returned to mine. There I was to put fresh clothes on and finally be able to take a proper shower. I had to freshen up anyways for I had a job interview to be a bartender. The bar I choose was on the nicer side of town so I shouldn't have to worry too much about thugs. Shizuo didn't entirely want me to go through with the whole job idea but I can't live off my parents money forever. I told myself if the bar turned me away, I would work at a restaurant instead. Either way, I get to wear a sophisticated uniform.
I observed myself in the bathroom mirror as I buttoned up my dark gray oxford shirt. After the last button, I looked into the mirror with eerie silence. I began to feel that feeling again. The feeling of his hand violating me. I bit my lip as I felt disgust with myself. He had actually made me release a sound of pleasure. Although I had told myself countless of times it was a dream, I knew it wasn't. What happened was quite unfortunate but it was time for me to move on. It's over and done.
"You look marvelous Miu. You can achieve this job. Just smile." I rejoiced.
I put on a small bit of baby powder to add an innocent fragrance then I exited my apartment. I was to take a taxi today instead of a bus. I preferred a less abundance of people anyway. I strolled quietly down the street breathing in moderation. I was to keep my self in a tranquil state of mind. If I succeeded at this, then I could be confident at the interview. I shouldn't be so nervous for it's not like I'm being interviewed for a career...I thought to myself. I imagined me going to Shizuo's apartment already dressed in my uniform to surprise him. That would have been my way to announce my new job. I wondered if he would actually be happy or worry. Shizuo's emotions are like a wild roller coaster ride. One minute he's very chill with other feelings secretly building up then the next, he falls from his peak and tends to overreact. When I think of it, he's always sort of been this way. I must say though, along with everything else about him, I'm used to it.
"Are you needing a ride miss?" a voice spoke out. I looked to see it was a taxi cab. The driver was a woman with somewhat asymmetrical bangs. Her hair was dark like the majority of this city. She looked rather bored.
"Oh yes ma'am. Thank you." I responded as I ushered my way inside just like I would any other vehicle. My confidence was peaking.
"You look like you're in a good mood." the taxi woman stated.
"Why yes I am. I'm on my way to that bar near the library. An interview awaits me."
"Oh really? Good luck to you." she had said while she pulled away.