Guilt

I'm still seeing his face, first time in an interview, nervous, looking at me for a reassuring smile. I'm guilty. I did not choose him - the cute guy as named by Starusticity. The pressure is getting to me. I felt like saying "What the heck! Let's get both!" but of coz, it's a no. I had to make a decision. I feel as if I'm drenching an innocent poor young guy in ice cold water though I did not have to make the call to say "No, not you." But then, am I not pushing the other one to die by choosing him to work in this place, next to me?