He walked in.
Marcus revved the engine. “Seriously, man. It’s gonna rain. Your hair’s too good to ruin. Get in.” Hottie Get In The Bus For Job Interview
The SUV idled at the curb. Black. Tinted windows. The kind of car that smells like leather and status. The passenger window rolled down with a soft electric hum. He walked in
The job can wait. The ride can’t.
Marcus laughed—a real, baffled laugh. “Your thing ? It’s a bus, not a lucky sock. What, you think the HR lady’s gonna ask how you got there?” It’s gonna rain
“Yeah.”
“You too,” Jay said. And he meant it. He arrived at 8:58. No heated seat. No tinted windows. No Marcus to talk him up in the parking lot. Just Jay, a slightly wrinkled shirt sleeve, and the faint smell of bus exhaust clinging to his portfolio.