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Thomas/Jack
Aug. 6th, 2024 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lieutenantstewardIt’s fucking cold already. The summer days are warm, but the nights are chilly, and the heater in the truck hasn’t worked for weeks. He had been on the road since damn near two am, determined to make a good impression.. The trailer reminds him of his grandmother’s house from the outside. Weathered, torn - though it probably doesn’t smell like cats. Thomas takes a deep breath, takes off his jacket in the early sun, and throws it back in the truck.
He walks up to the trailer, his boots crunching on the gravel, but doesn’t even get to knock on the door before it swings open. "You must be Thomas," the foreman says, his voice gruff but not unfriendly. Thomas nods, extending his hand. "Yes, sir. Thomas Jopson," he replies, meeting the foreman’s gaze. The standard look of surprise crosses the grizzled man's face and Thomas prepares his answer.
“Mum was British, but lived with my grandmother out here for the last few years. I know my way around a horse and ran her ranch for her.”
That seems to be the right answer. The foreman gestures for Thomas to step inside. The trailer is sparsely furnished, but it doesn’t smell like cats, as Thomas predicted, but stale coffee.
He emerges a few minutes later, peering into the new dust cloud that rises up over the road.
He walks up to the trailer, his boots crunching on the gravel, but doesn’t even get to knock on the door before it swings open. "You must be Thomas," the foreman says, his voice gruff but not unfriendly. Thomas nods, extending his hand. "Yes, sir. Thomas Jopson," he replies, meeting the foreman’s gaze. The standard look of surprise crosses the grizzled man's face and Thomas prepares his answer.
“Mum was British, but lived with my grandmother out here for the last few years. I know my way around a horse and ran her ranch for her.”
That seems to be the right answer. The foreman gestures for Thomas to step inside. The trailer is sparsely furnished, but it doesn’t smell like cats, as Thomas predicted, but stale coffee.
He emerges a few minutes later, peering into the new dust cloud that rises up over the road.
