Chapter 19: Cheers to that!
(Zane POV)
"Cheers!"
We finally graduated and we couldn't be happier. Just seeing my friends celebrate their success and being here with them, I couldn't think of anything else better.
"Cheers to Kline for his Latin honors, then to college, then to law school." I said as I proposed a toast.
"Cheers to Sasha for being the class clown, then to college, then to film school." Kline said afterwards.
"Cheers to Zane going to CIA and being devirginized." Sasha said loudly and thank God, we are in our own private karaoke room. If not, customers would have probably given us their most judgmental looks. It didn't take long before we heard a knock on the door. Kline got up to answer it and as he peeked to see who it is, the waitress already pushed the door open hitting Kline in the face, making him stumble backward.
"Oh gosh! I'm sorry, sir. But the tray is quite heavy." She said as we noticed the tray carrying six bottles of beer as well as a family sized poutine. She carefully placed it on our table before gracefully exiting the room.
"Are you okay?" I asked Kline.
"I'm fine. It's nothing serious."
"Anyway, do any of you have plans for the summer?" I asked.
"I'll probably attend my auntie's workshop because I heard she is willing to teach me the methods and procedures of camera work and film making. She also offered to give me some tips and tricks when it comes to montage and editing. Films and movies aren't really her thing but she teaches a lot of students about the art of making documentaries. Who knows? It's worth giving a shot."
"Nice one! How about you, Kline?"
"It's going to be boring because I will do nothing but mentally prepare myself for law school. I know I have to go through college first but still, it's better safe than sorry. That's why I will just be studying cases and principles from the library and in that way, I won't be overwhelmed too much when I arrive there. I don't want to have to undergo a massive culture shock once I entered law school. I want to put my game face on. I basically have to be physically, emotionally and mentally ready because it's survival of the fittest."
"Oh!" I said as I made a face. "Well, how bad can it be, right? I know you can do it. You're the student council president for Pete's sake so this must be just a piece of cake for you."
"We can never tell. How about you? What's next for you?"
"I already emailed a lot of patisseries, restaurants and dessert shops regarding whether or not they are looking for a paid intern. It's basically just a summer job and it will be great for my résumé just for my future employers to see that I have an experience working in a professional kitchen. I will also be bringing some dessert samples."
"Oh, good for you. How many samples will you bring?"
"Probably around 15? I am not really sure yet."
"What desserts will you show them?" Sasha asked as she took a handful of fries and shoved it inside her mouth voraciously.
"Panna cotta, Napoleon, Pie, tarts, cake, cupcakes, macarons, Baklava, eclairs, cookies, profiteroles, you know, all sorts of what I know how to make!"
"They are stupid not to hire you." Kline said.
"Cheers to that."
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I got home late because Sasha and Kline got really wasted. Thank God, Sasha's sister went to pick us up and drop me and Kline off home because if not, we probably would have spent the night in that karaoke room. I didn't drink at all so I am still sober.
I decided to check my email first to see if any company responded to my internship letter before I go to bed. As I was checking, I saw that there was still no reply from anyone. I frowned in annoyance before shutting down my laptop.
"Let's just hope and pray." I said before going to the bathroom to wash myself.
Afterwards, I dried myself with the towel so I can already put on my pajama tops and bottoms before heading to bed. I threw all my scattered clothes from the bed on the floor before pulling the covers over my head and cuddling my cute Mandarin orange stuffed toy that I named Mr. Spam.
After about half an hour, I still can't manage to sleep peacefully. I was fidgety and it's like something kept on bothering me. Why can't I just relax and let loose for once? Why does anxiety follow me everywhere?
I gave a frustrated sigh before hopping off the bed.
I took my laptop all the way to my bed so I can watch ASMR videos for my sleep deprivation when I saw one notification from my email.
I clicked the inbox to see a response letter from…Scarlett Hotel.
Dear Zane,
Scarlett hotel has reviewed your personal profile and résumé and we are glad to inform you that you have been accepted as our intern. We believe that with your potential and level of enthusiasm, you would serve as a great protégé in our kitchen.
Please drop by the hotel lobby at 9 am for your interview next Monday. Thank you!
Sincerely,
Selina Hills
Suddenly, my endorphins kicked in and I began jumping up and down. I can't believe it. I have nothing to worry about anymore. I finally have a summer job and I am not going to screw this up. I am looking forward to everything that they are going to teach me. Now, how can I sleep with me being hyperactive and all?