Whisper

35

She smiled at me and extended her hand.

"Please call me Eva."

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I smiled back, taking her hand.

"And you can call me ...?"

I hesitated.

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"Will?" she suggested.

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Thankfully I had a full beard. I am sure it hid most of my blushing.

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"Eva 'ere is goin' to take the pictures of the motel, once we finishes and she can do dat website thing too."

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"Well," Eva defended.

"We haven't actually decided that right yet, but I am interested."

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I sat on a stool.

Hank passed me a beer.

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"Would you like a beer?"

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Evangeline nodded.

"I would."

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Hank passed her a beer and quickly he and Cavelle excused themselves.

"I believes we 'ave dat ting to do, Cavelle."

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"Yes, we does."

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They hurried off.

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I shook my head.

"I guess that leaves me to do the interview."

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She took a deep breath.

"So, what do you want to know?"

She passed me a resume.

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I glanced at it, briefly and lay it on the bar.

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I think she mistook my actions, because she quickly defended herself.

"I know I don't have much experience, but I am willing to work hard and I know, if you give me the chance, I can do this."

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I sipped my beer.

"This is your first job interview?"

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She shook her head.

"No. I have had a few, but they have always went with a more experienced photographer and designer.

I have just graduated from Memorial, in December."

She took a laptop from a satchel near her feet and started to open it.

"If you just let me show you ..."

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I closed the laptop, as I drank my beer.

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"Shit," she snapped.

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I got up and walked around the bar.

"Want another beer?"

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She held up her near full bottle.