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âI donât know if I can even remember what I was like when I was eighteen⊠I think I wanted a nose ring at one point,â Jane chuckled, shaking her head as she threw a piece of banana bread into her mouth. âGlad I didnât go through with it either.â It wasnât that Jane was old enough to forget what she was like when she was eighteen, but she did feel as though her life began when she hit her twenties. More than likely it was because she wanted to grow up and catch up to the rest of her family, who were all in their twenties by the time she was fifteen.
A sincere laugh came out of Jane at Rileyâs next statement, and as if she suddenly became aware of her laughter, she quickly covered her mouth by taking a sip of her drink to stifle her giggling. Still she nodded in agreement, smiling from behind her glass, âOh I know exactly what youâre talking about.â Currently, Jane was enjoying Rileyâs sense of humour. The young woman seemed quick to make a joke, when in contrast, Jane often found herself surrounded by people who tended to be much more serious. Perhaps she gave off the vibe that she didnât like to joke around. âAlthough, I do miss my younger taste budsâ ability to drink any old shit that was passed around. These days Iâm a lot more selective with my wine.â
âThat makes sense,â Jane nodded in response. âWhat made you interested in journalism in the first place?â
Though Riley didnât say anything, she couldnât help but think that she couldnât picture Jane being eighteen either. Despite what she had seen earlier, the woman seemed so put together - maybe professional was the right word? - that even picturing her with a nose ring felt off. That might not have been the most fair assessment, however, when a laugh from Jane almost startled her. Riley couldnât help but grin as Jane was covering her mouth, confused why Jane would want to hide. She looked beautiful when she laughed. She was beautiful in general; a little scary, but beautiful. Something in her just made her want to make her laugh again.
âOh, I havenât gotten to that stage yet. Iâm still willing to drink pretty much any wine that comes my way. It all just tastes the same to me,â she shrugged, taking another sip of her coffee. âNone of it tastes good, per say, but it all gets the job done, and I think thatâs the point. Wine is the least offensive of any of it, though,â she continued, hoping she didnât come off like she had a drinking problem or something.Â
Her question made her shrug again, taking another sip of her coffee as she thought about how to answer. âWell, I guess Iâve always been a little bit of a control freak. I like having facts, and I like being the one to distribute the facts. I like to write, but I like having the facts. I like current events, I like politics, itâs just always something Iâve wanted to talk about and like to discuss,â she explained, trying not to gush. Especially not at a job interview for a different job. âDoes anyone in your family work in anything similar to this? Like writing or something? Or are you, like, a trailblazer?âÂ



















