it comes naturally;; open
Jacen walked out of the building in a slight daze. It wasn't like big, bustling environments were intimidating to him by any means, but this meeting carried a slightly heavier weight than he was used to. Not a bad weight, more like slightly raised importance.
See, it wasn't that Jay didn't care for the entry-level positions that had been offered by the uni's guidance counselor, it was that he really, definitely, one-hundred percent could not stand them. He did not want to be an inventory specialist for the local botanist down the road. He did not want to spend all day in a library filing books according to a system that was beyond ancient. He could have gotten away with sneaking some reading material, if the part-time hours offered weren't abysmal at less than three hours a week. What was the point of the advertisement if they didn't plan on getting to know the employee? And the secretarial job was laughable.
This one Jacen found all by himself. Sure, he may have come upon it while bringing lunch in the cutest little basket ever, well-packed by the sweet old lady who runs the produce stand outside of his dormitory. She claimed she wanted to get some meat on his bones, but when he looked, it was clearly packed for two - with double cutlery and a tartan blanket and containing a neatly displayed flask of butterbeer.
Two hours and a forgotten lunch date later, he walked out of the Ministry of Magic with a slightly goofy grin on his face because things had gone much better than he had initially thought. In the middle of fucking everywhere, he plopped down on the footpath and brought his mobile out to facetime and clicked a random contact and hit enter. It rang approximately twice before connecting. "I found a job!" he beamed into the camera.