Another morning, another day of sharing his shop with his new assistant. He didn’t necessarily mind, it did make the many hours without visitors less lonely, but at the same time, that meant very little time to spend with his thoughts. If it was a blessing or not, he did not know, but he had taken it upon himself when he accepted her deal, and he was not a man who would admit to have done a mistake easily, and less so involving a deal he had made. He would tell himself that he had gotten the better end of the bargain with the French family. Their debt would slowly be paid, and he would have a assistant for the next foreseeable years. Did she help him much in the shop? Perhaps not as much as he would have liked, but she did bring more costumers into the shop with her…charm, if you could call it that. So, he would continue to have her under his employment for now at least. Besides, it wasn’t just the customers who enjoyed her charm, a part of him enjoyed it as well he supposed.
Having opened the shop at precisely 9:30, like he always did, he saw no sign of her, and he supposed that was to be expected. No doubt another “girl’s night out” or “pool night” she desperately had needed to attend to last night.. Had he been that way when he was her age? He supposed not, he wouldn’t be where he was today had he done that.
Sitting down in the back, fixing one of the many trinkets in his shop, he heard the bell over the door ring, followed by the unmistakable sound of her heels walking over the wooden floor. Bringing out the pocket watch he had found fifteen years ago, he looked at the time; 10:42. With a smirk he awaited for her to find him. “Late again, are we? Or are you early for tomorrow, dearie?” he quipped.