"Here we go," you muffled softly to yourself as you tried to steady your rapid breaths. 

"You can do this," you chanted silently as you ushered your trembled hands to move towards the silvered door.    Finally, after what seems like ages; your petite fingers wrapped itself into a fist as you hesitantly knocked on the door.    Instantly, the door creaked opened to reveal a slender guy, his hastily white face covered with dark shades and his brownish hair tilted with a rakish hat.    For some reason, you couldn't help but get a weird feeling around him. No, it wasn't the way he acted or anything; it was for some odd reason that a familiar feeling rushed your body. Even the aura looming around him was familiar; maybe it was the way his lips curled into an unbearable smirk, or it might just be that cold yet playful bicker he has.    "Sit down," he instructed as he gestured towards one of the scattered gray sofas.    You need this job, you reminded yourself as you obediently set yourself on one of the comfy cushions.    "So, tell me why you're applying for this job," he started as he too, flopped down on a cushion before you. "Um," you trailed off as you pondered on what would be the best answer.    Although your brain was telling you to keep it cool and be polite; something in his derisive tone set you off as your stomach bubbled in irritation. "I need the money," you stated simply as your eyes searched for his. "And this is a reason for me to choose you? Do