Just a minute

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon as Jake stumbled out of bed. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and groaned. "Just a minute," he mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes.

With a yawn, Jake shuffled into the kitchen, his bare feet padding softly against the cold tile floor. He filled the coffee pot with water and scooped in some coffee grounds, then pressed the button to start the brew. "Just a minute until I can function," he muttered, willing the coffee to brew faster.

While the coffee brewed, Jake glanced at his phone. He had an important job interview in less than an hour, and he still needed to shower and get dressed. "Just a minute to check my email," he told himself, unlocking his phone.

As he scrolled through his emails, Jake's heart sank. There was an urgent message from the company where he was supposed to interview. The interview had been rescheduled for today, an hour earlier than planned. "Just a minute ago, they could've told me this," Jake grumbled, feeling the panic rising in his chest.

He quickly downed a cup of coffee, scalding his tongue in the process, then raced to the bathroom. "Just a minute to shower and get dressed," he muttered, stripping off his pajamas and jumping into the shower.

With lightning speed, Jake scrubbed himself clean, barely registering the cold water that sprayed from the showerhead. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying himself off in record time. "Just a minute to get dressed," he reminded himself, rifling through his closet for something presentable.

He settled on a crisp white shirt and black slacks, quickly pulling them on and running a comb through his hair. Glancing at the clock, he realized he had less than ten minutes to get to the interview. "Just a minute to grab my resume and go," he muttered, snatching the papers off his desk and stuffing them into his bag.

With his heart pounding, Jake dashed out the door and sprinted down the street to the nearest subway station. He swiped his card and squeezed onto the crowded train just as the doors were closing. "Just a minute to catch my breath," he thought, leaning against the door and trying to slow his racing pulse.

As the train rumbled along the tracks, Jake rehearsed his answers to potential interview questions in his head. He mentally reviewed his resume, trying to recall every detail of his work experience. "Just a minute to calm down," he told himself, taking deep breaths and trying to relax.

Finally, the train pulled into the station near the company where Jake was interviewing. He dashed up the stairs and out onto the street, his shoes slapping against the pavement as he ran toward the office building. "Just a minute to make it there on time," he panted, checking his watch.

With seconds to spare, Jake burst through the doors of the office building and hurried to the reception desk. "I'm here for the interview," he gasped, trying to catch his breath.

The receptionist smiled sympathetically. "Just a minute, sir. I'll let them know you've arrived," she said, picking up the phone.

Jake collapsed into one of the chairs in the waiting area, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush. "Just a minute," he thought, closing his eyes and waiting for his name to be called.