and felt her heart jump at the name on the display – Nick!“Hi there,” she answered cheerfully.“Hi, yourself.” Nick’s voice sounded good. Too good. “Remember last night, how I told you my good friend owns the Cooley Art Gallery?”“Yeah, sure.”“Well, I happened to talk to him today and it seems he has an opening over there. I thought you might be interested.”Holly felt a rush of excitement. Working at an art gallery would be a dream job for her. For a moment, she was speechless.“Holly?”“Are you kidding ... I would love to work there!”“Great. He said to just bring your resume over anytime. He’ll be there all day.”“Wow, this is awesome. I was just looking in the paper and there are no suitable jobs at all. I can’t thank you enough, Nick.” Holly felt emotion rise up in her throat, making it hard for her to talk. Not only had Nick remembered she loved art, he had also taken the time to talk to his friend about her.After exchanging the usual pleasantries, Holly hung up. The truth was she could have talked to Nick all day, but she was too excited to get over to the art gallery. Her excitement quickly gave way to anxiety when she had to come up with a resume – whatever would she put on it? *** Holly stood in front of the mirror, inspecting herself with a critical eye.
