“My name is Annie. I’m twenty-four years old. I’ve worked as a salesperson before, an office secretary, and so on.”
I didn’t think anyone could have been more concise with their self-introduction.
“Yes, these are all on your resume. You can tell me what’s not on your resume.”
Daniel’s tone was soft, but he threw a question that terrified me.
He wanted me to improvise, probably to test my ability to adapt and express myself.
“I… I’m more sensitive than others. I’m full of love. I’m meticulous and serious when I do things. There are some…”
At that, I thought of Mr. Mermaid at home.
“There are some experiences that no one else has.”
This sentence piqued Daniel’s interest. “Huh? What experience? Like traveling around the world?”
“Not really. Sorry. This is my privacy.”
I couldn’t tell him I had a mermaid. He wouldn’t believe me even if I told him.
“Alright, your work experience is very suitable for us. We will give you an answer after our evaluation. Please wait patiently.”
Daniel’s answer depressed me. I thought that if things went well, I would be able to sign the employment contract today.
He probably wanted me to go home and wait for rejection, right?
I didn’t want to be so pessimistic, but I couldn’t help it.
“Thank you. How long will it take for me to get an answer?” I ask.
“Within three days,” Daniel said while still smiling warmly.
I had thought that the smile was friendly, but now, it seemed cold.
After leaving the office, I took the bus home.
Along the way, I leaned against the window and looked out at the street.
The bus was moving forward, the scenery was moving backward, and my mood was sinking.
When I got home, I was surprised to find that the merfolk had legs again.
He wasn’t wearing any clothes, and the curtains weren’t drawn. I suspected he was trying to impress the neighborhood passersby with his athletic build.
“Put on your clothes.”
I couldn’t get interested in his good looks now.
“Mmm.”
He walked out carrying two raw fish and invited me to eat with him.
“I can’t eat raw food. I have to at least fry it.”
I was a little surprised. Had he already learned how to use a refrigerator?
“Mmm.”
He held the fish up in front of me, demanding I eat it.
I smiled helplessly and took the fish to the kitchen.
He followed me in and saw me take out a plate to put the fish inside. I sprinkled some seasoning and put them in the oven.
“Mmm!”
He didn’t understand my actions. He looked at the oven and was somewhat angry.
“The interview didn’t go well. I think I need to find a new job.”
I sat at the kitchen table talking to myself. I knew he couldn’t understand me, so I took it as saying it to myself.