“Do come in, Ms Winton.
[It’s also Dr and Mrs, but she would rather neither were highlighted: the first because she doesn’t want to put herself forward or make him feel the need to compete; the second because she is private and somewhat feminist – also, she can flirt more easily this way]
I’m afraid I’m running late this morning. Work has been frantic.
[He got chatting with Elaine French, also interviewing for this position, who has recently completed a year-long sailing trip. Since he is also an avid sailor, they were soon on the floor of his office, retracing her voyage on his charts. This encounter makes it unlikely that Kathy Winton will get the job]
I also have to leave sooner than planned – some crisis at head office.
[His wife reminded him about his son’s soccer match this morning over coffee. He promised to attend it and, having broken the last two such promises, intends to keep this one if possible]
Can we reschedule the interview to tomorrow, same time?”
“Of course. That’s fine.”
[She’s not sure whether it is, but it will have to be]
“Thanks. I’m really sorry for all this. I hope we didn’t put you out.”
“Oh, don’t worry, you didn’t. I have some shopping to do here anyway.
[To get here, she had to change trains twice and catch a bus. She wants to get back to watch the end of the Buffy episode that she lost track of time with before having to leave for the interview, sure she was going to be late and so desperately worried for the entire, wasted journey. Also, she can’t afford to even think about shopping here, so will be going straight home]
See you tomorrow.”
“Until then, Ms Winton.”