You Can Borrow Mine--Spanna
Spencer sighed contentedly, enjoying the scent of coffee and newsprint. Her friends—and especially her girlfriend—made fun of her for still subscribing to an actual newspaper, but she didn't care. She was perfectly fine reading books on an electronic device, but she felt newspapers were meant to exist as actual papers. This type of morning was her favorite, the mornings where she could enjoy her coffee and paper. She was aware of the similarity to her father, who had started his mornings like this for as long as she could remember. A loud wail interrupted her peace. She rolled her eyes, waiting for her girlfriend to appear. On cue, Hanna flew into the room.
"Have you seen my keys?" Hanna asked frantically, digging through her purse. Spencer shook her head, watching her in amusement. She would be willing to be that the keys were millimeters away from Hanna’s hand. Hanna had an interview with some big fashion designer this morning, and she'd been fretting about it all week, leading to several humorous situations. The previous night she’d nearly had a panic attack over not being able to find her black heels—which had been on her feet.
"Let me look," Spencer said, holding out a hand. Hanna handed her the purse, but to Spencer's surprise the keys weren't there.
"Have you looked on the counter?" she asked. Hanna glared at her.
"Of course I have! I've looked on the counter, on the table, on the desk, on the nightstand, everywhere! They're gone!"
Spencer rolled her eyes.
"They're not gone, babe," she said. To her horror, Hanna burst into tears. Spencer was quick to wrap her in a hug.
"Hey, it's okay. Don't worry about your keys. You can borrow mine," Spencer offered, rubbing her back. Hanna shook her head, tears leaking onto Spencer’s shoulder.
"What am I even doing, Spence?" she asked, her voice muffled. Spencer frowned. She knew Hanna was worried about this interview since it was her first since she’d stopped working for Claudia, but she hadn’t realized just how upset she was.
"What do you mean?"
"Why am I bothering with this interview? I’m never going to get this job. There are a million people more qualified than me. Why would she ever want me? Maybe this is just a sign that I'm not good enough for this job," she said. Spencer pulled back so she could look Hanna in the eyes.
"Listen to me. You absolutely are good enough for this job. I don't know if you're going to get it, but if you don't, it is not because you aren't good enough. I know you're worried that Claudia blacklisted you, but if that was true you wouldn't even have this interview. So don't give up before you give it a shot," she said seriously. Hanna sniffled.
"Are you sure I can borrow your keys? You don’t need them?" she asked hopefully. Spencer rolled her eyes.
"Yes, you can borrow my keys. I was already planning to work from home today. Now go fix your makeup so you don’t go into your interview looking like a raccoon,” she advised. Hanna blushed and ran into the bathroom.
“Do you really think I have a chance?” she asked when she returned. Spencer kissed her on the forehead.
“I really do,” she confirmed. “Now go knock ‘em dead.”
Hanna gave her a dazzling smile before leaving. Alone again, Spencer went to go heat up her coffee and finish reading the paper. She picked up the lifestyle section and burst out laughing. She couldn’t even believe it.
There, underneath the newspaper, were Hanna’s keys.