Christian fought the urge to gape at the more lavish furnishings. It was the type of library his father would have killed to have. Heck, his mother would have loved the entire house, because of her obsession with Elizabethan and Victorian fashion and decor. He smiled as he pictured her lying on the couch, her feet propped up onto the arm, reading Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters.
He shook his head imperceptibly to jolt him out of the memory when he realized Gerald had asked him a question. "Yes. I'm specifically looking for the night shift because of my class schedule. I'm a night owl, so it would work out well."
He wasn't sure if the chill down his back was due to his nerves or the building itself or whatever. He hoped it was the former. He held the back of the guest chair in front of Gerald's desk and tried not to show how tightly he was gripping it.
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Date: 2016-03-06 06:46 pm (UTC)He shook his head imperceptibly to jolt him out of the memory when he realized Gerald had asked him a question. "Yes. I'm specifically looking for the night shift because of my class schedule. I'm a night owl, so it would work out well."
He wasn't sure if the chill down his back was due to his nerves or the building itself or whatever. He hoped it was the former. He held the back of the guest chair in front of Gerald's desk and tried not to show how tightly he was gripping it.