I wake myself up as much as I can and go in for my interview at The Baker's Dozen. Franklin, the manager I met yesterday, conducts the interview. I've only been on a handful of interviews in my life, and this one feels like it goes well. He seems pleased with my responses, and glad to hear the details of my baking experience. He tells me he needs to talk to the owner, but he'll be giving me a call by the end of the week. Since I still haven't heard back from any of the other jobs I applied to last week, I cross my fingers that this one is the one. If I do get this job, it will be great for me because I'll actually enjoy working again. Then again, the fact that it's part-time is going to mean I'll have to consider the possibility of becoming Ryan's roommate. And that possibility is completely scaring the shit out of me. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to have Ryan as a friend, and that he's willing to do whatever he can to help me. On the other hand, with the obvious attraction between us, being in such close quarters is a recipe for disaster, and trust me—I know a thing or two about recipes.
