<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14100000/Erica-Durance-smallville-14115908-244-326.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kristine Anderson<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>School Nurse<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Still surprised, relaxing a little more<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kris_interview/set?id=195163135)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Hayden Sky<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Administrative Offices, Jamison Clarke<br/><hr/><br/>She had a fine line to walk, interviewing with an old friend.  So much of her just wanted to kick back and catch up on everything.  Sure they'd kept in touch superficially, in the internet age who didn't sometimes talk a friend on social media?  But as life got busier she got worse at keeping in touch.  Of course she had not lost her observation skills, she used them every day at work in assessing her patients and their courses of treatment.  Kris had to keep reminding herself this was an interview.  She didn't want to screw it up and put her friend in a position of telling her he wasn't going to hire her.  She also didn't want him to feel pressured just because they were friends.<br/><br/>Kris watched Hayden carefully, noted the way his eyes crinkled just a little when he smiled and chuckled.  His laugh, light as it was, became infectious and she chuckled too.  A wide smile broke over her lips when he said she had a deal.<strong>"I can get on board with that."</strong>She nodded, trying not to look too eager or pleased.  Mentoring students into excellent nurses would be fulfilling in a new way.  She'd found a great joy in mentoring her lil' sis' in tri-delta.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course I want to discuss compensation and benefits."</strong>Her grin turned a bit wicked as she waggled her eyebrows at him.  She couldn't help flirt with him.  Though if asked, she would categorically deny that it was flirting.  Nope.  Just banter with an old, dear friend.<br/><br/>Signing bonus, nice.  She tilted her head to the side, considering the rest.  A cool hundred thou a year without having to shell out rent or mortgage, plus insurance and a retirement plan?  The deal wasn't bad.<strong>"And outside of those certain semesters where am I supposed to live?"</strong>She arched a brow at him.  He made it sound like there could be times during the year she'd have to have some other kind of living arrangement.<strong>"As a counter, let's talk about a hundred fifteen thousand a year.  I think I'm worth at least that."</strong>The money wasn't a make or break.  She just wanted to see if he'd move on it.