His hand lingered on hers far longer than should be deemed appropriate for any job interview, however, the redhead didn't pull her hand away just yet. Instead she smiled softly and politely up at his handsome face as he spoke again, allowing his deep vibrato voice to ring around the small concave room once more. His hand, was warm pressed firmly against hers, a perfect mixture of soft and rough. Mr Pratt was obviously not a man who spent the days in the field, toiling at the soil surrounded by sun and nature but not somebody who spent his whole day with a screen glaring in his eyes, and mounds of paperwork everywhere his green eyes roamed.<br/>Her own greeny hazel eyes widened and a small laugh of surprise escaped her delightfully rounded and pink lips as he recognised her nationality. She deftly nodded her head, replying proudly and quickly, "Partly, yes. My family originates from Scotland as well as Northern Ireland...guess that's where the red hair comes from!"<br/>From a young age, Evangeline had always been described as gregarious and bubbly, never ceasing conversation or caring who it was with as long as they replied and were just as enthusiastic. However, as time had gone by, she had lost more and more reason to have expose her pearly whites in a radiant smile, there had been very little reason for it<br/><br/>It was then that their hands fell from each other, and she watched the man's purposeful strides before he draped himself over the chair, in a manner that required much more status than she would ever acquire in her life most likely. Her head bobbed and she smiled softly as she sank into the chair across from him, carefully positioning herself, draping one leg over the over, trying to portray a manner of maturity and togetherness, that was doubtful she had.<br/>The smile that graced her lips dropped slightly at the corners of her mouth  before she hastened to fix it back into place as he questioned her experience in the workplace. She exhaled, trying to cease the bouncing of her leg as her mind raced to conjure words to put together in an appropriate statement.<br/>"My last placement of work...uhm, I believe that was in a local coffee shop. I worked there for just over 6 months in a managerial position I guess, so I spent most of my time trying to fix rotas, and making sure that every customer was pleased with the service they received."<br/><br/>What she failed to mention in the description of my previous job, was that she was the manager of two, only one other girl working alongside her, in the cafe that barely seated ten and was hardly ever filled to that capacity. But what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Her eyes flickered up to meet his, eagerly searching those endless green pools as she tried to figure out what could possibly be going through his head. He was undoubtedly disappointed in her resume, it was pathetic and she was young, probably too young and less American than every other applicant. Evie was half tempted to push herself up, scramble to excuse herself and rip the resume from his hands, just so he didn't have to look at that piece of paper which just confirmed her failure. Leaving would eliminate any slim chance of her getting the job. However, it would also mean she wouldn't be watching her mobile every second of the day, wondering if she hadn't heard because it was just old, and crappy, not because she was inferior.