not all jobs are boring.
Rita looked at tom and smiled.
Tom was embarrassed.
His face felt hot.
He did not know what to say.
Tom looked towards the window.
I think it's stopped raining,
he said quickly.
He tried to point at the window and knocked over a pile of books.
Rita laughed and began moving away.
When she reached the door she turned and waved.
Tom wnt to call out to her,
Rita , you’re right.
My job is boring.
I hate this library.
I'm an artist.
I don't want a career as a library.
I want to paint and take photographs.
But she had gone.