"Jack. Jack, wake up. Today is your interview," Rose said, as she nudged Jack in bed.
Jack turned over and stared at Rose, who had her hair up and was ready. "What time is it?"
"Seven. You have about an hour to get ready." Jack nodded his head, and stood up. "Breakfast will be waiting for you when you get out of the shower."
Rose left the bedroom, and went downstairs. She hasn't told Jack this yet, but her flu symptoms stayed with her all night, and never left her alone yet. She decided if her flu were still with her tomorrow, then she would go and see a doctor. Rose made Jack's favorite breakfast: blueberry pancakes. Jack could smell them from upstairs as he put on his clothes.
"Where is my sketch book?" Jack asked, looking around.
"Did you check in the living room?" Rose placed the plate on the table.
Jack walked into the family room, and saw it lying on the desk beside his chair. "Thanks, Rose," Jack said, and sat down to eat.
"You're welcome." Jack took a bite of his homemade pancake, and noticed that Rose was not eating. "Did your flu ever leave you?"
"A little. I'm not hungry, that's all." Jack nodded his head, and placed his clean plate in the sink.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
*****
The two walked down the street, and looked for the author's business sign.
"Here it is. Wrigley's," Jack said, and looked at the medium-sized shop.
Jack and Rose entered the store and noticed a man around his forties sitting at a desk.
"Are you Jack Dawson?" the man asked, looking up.
"Yeah."
"I'm Christopher Wrigley. I'm the author who can't draw." The man chuckled as he shook Jack's hand.
"Pleasure. This is my wife, Rose."
"Nice to meet you, Rose."
Rose smiled as she shook the man's hand. "Hello."
"So, Jack, did you bring any drawings that I can look at?"
"Yes," Jack said, and handed Christopher his sketchbook.
Christopher then looked at a couple, and said, "Did you do these from a reference, or in your mind?"
"Both."
"The writing that I do is mainly fictional so there is really not a lot of reference. Do you think you'll be able to do that?"
"Yes, sir."
Christopher smiled. "Well then, Mr. Dawson, you start tomorrow morning at eight." He handed the sketchbook back and Jack took it.
"Thank you." Jack smiled. Mr. Wrigley nodded his head, and Jack and Rose exited.
"Jack I am so proud of you!" Rose said with a smile.
"Thank you, Rose." Jack hugged Rose as soon as they left the shop.
