Tell me what you've got in store~
Who: The redhead and her shopkeep
Where: Willem's shop
When: Saturday, mid-morning
What: Abigael is a usually against flirting with her business partners, but Willem is an exception.
The streets of the city were filled to the brim with people, new arrivals from other cities moving their belongings off passenger ships, another large load of cattle coming in from the plains down south and even the military seemed active today, ship patrolling the air and soldiers were on nearly every street corner, guns hanging by their hips as they tried to organise the newcomers, chatting up women and bumming smokes off each other.
Abigael was of a smaller stature and was having a bloody hard time slipping through the crowds. Even with her skirts pulled up she found herself tripping every few feet, usually at the fault of someone else. Well, that's what she got was attaching heels to her boots.
After cutting through a back alley, slipping through a row of stalls set up selling spices and freshly caught fish, the redhead finally found herself in front of the shop, panting a little as she opened the door, looking up as the bell tinkled. Smoothing out her skirts and fixing her flyaway hair, she approached the counter, smiling at the shop keep.
"You'll be pleased ta know that Arthur's accepted yer job," she rapped a knuckle against Willem's counter, smiling at him. "Ye got nothin' ta worry about, he'll be on the job in no time"
Where: Willem's shop
When: Saturday, mid-morning
What: Abigael is a usually against flirting with her business partners, but Willem is an exception.
The streets of the city were filled to the brim with people, new arrivals from other cities moving their belongings off passenger ships, another large load of cattle coming in from the plains down south and even the military seemed active today, ship patrolling the air and soldiers were on nearly every street corner, guns hanging by their hips as they tried to organise the newcomers, chatting up women and bumming smokes off each other.
Abigael was of a smaller stature and was having a bloody hard time slipping through the crowds. Even with her skirts pulled up she found herself tripping every few feet, usually at the fault of someone else. Well, that's what she got was attaching heels to her boots.
After cutting through a back alley, slipping through a row of stalls set up selling spices and freshly caught fish, the redhead finally found herself in front of the shop, panting a little as she opened the door, looking up as the bell tinkled. Smoothing out her skirts and fixing her flyaway hair, she approached the counter, smiling at the shop keep.
"You'll be pleased ta know that Arthur's accepted yer job," she rapped a knuckle against Willem's counter, smiling at him. "Ye got nothin' ta worry about, he'll be on the job in no time"