Truth be told, George was a little hesitant about getting a job here. He knew he needed one, knew he couldn't rely on some sort of allowance-it wasn't in him and how his folks raised him, but it was still a little hard to believe that he could (he would) get settled in this place. Everything was so foreign while being so familiar-and so separate
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So, when she walks in, she has her glasses on, wearing a skirt, blouse and jacket, and heels. Her intention is to get something ready for her meeting, but she pauses when she sees someone at the counter and smiles. "Can I help you with anything?"
(ooc: I don't have much time during the week to tag, so slow time is love.)
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The woman has a professional, hurried look that reminds him of the army nurses back home-not the flirting kind, but the sort that looked like they would be on call to hold a patient down for an operation.
Without realizing it, George stood up a little straighter.
"Yeah..eh, yes actually." Smooth one. "My name's George Luz, I heard you were looking in on hiring for the bakery."
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He hoped that wasn't an automatic job loss. "But I'm good with people-even if I can't really bake, I'm good at selling."
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