As the woman at the reception stared at him, he felt himself growing more nervous. A thought in his mind told him he had already screwed it up. But then she smiled. Was she amused by him? It should be a good sign, when a person smiles.. He hoped he hadn't ruined it yet. It made him doubt, perhaps it wasn't too late yet to turn around and leave. It felt so tempting, eventhough he knew he'd be wasting his chance then. Wesley gave her a nod as she said she'd get Jenny, attempting to say as little as he could. For a moment he watched her walk away, then he turned his head to stare outside. Silly thoughts came into his mind, telling him he should  check on his bike, that he hadn't  closed his door properly, that the lights were still on.. His own mind was busy with trying to convince him to leave this place. Though he'd love to give in, and though he almost did,  the sound of the woman returning forced him to return his attention and pretend everything was ok.<br/><br/>She told him Jenny would be out any moment  with the accountant volunteer. He nodded at her, not asking anything about it. He unzipped his black jacket as he glanced around the place. It looked nice here, calm and friendly designed, not just for humans but for pets alike. The place itself felt comfortable. If only the people would feel comfortable too . Wesley bit on his tongue was he waited. He just wanted this to be over with, but it felt like an eternity, waiting for them to come out.<br/><br/>But then finally a woman appeared with a guy following her. Wesley gave them a nod. The woman looked friendly, the guy looked nervous. Yet both were looking at him and expecting an answer from him. He tried not to show any hesitation as he shook the hand offered to him "Good to meet you." He forced out, almost grunting it as he said so. He had the urge to face slap himself, but he restrained himself from any sudden movements.  At least he didn't seem to be the only uncomfortable one, which was some sort of comfort to him. He reckoned that guy wouldn't talk as much, or so he hoped.<br/><br/>Wesley looked at the woman who declared the guy would show him around.  "Ok" he answered short. Having hardly said any proper and complete sentence to them, he felt guilty. He really hoped they could just get on with it, as he felt himself  growing more nervous, which usually resulted in bolder answers. He didn't want to lose this job already before actually starting it. The worries in his mind caused him to frown, though he wasn't aware of his frown.<br/><br/>Hopefully the tour would be done soon. Perhaps they would then just let him be. He didn't mind working at all. He liked working, just as long as it was on his own without too much interaction with others. But he hoped the interaction would become less stressing here. The building and the policy of the animal shelter were already promising. He would like it, to be able to have a normal conversation, without scaring the others to death. Without having them think he wanted to kill them.