Originally Posted by carpediem

Kat. Okay, Celine needed to remember that name. Especially since she was the shopkeeper. Remebering names was important, no? She put on a gracious and a hapy smile and watched with her caramel coloured eyes as her boss stood in front of her. Well, of course, there was a counter between them, but other than that they were face to face. Okay, that made no sense. She couldn't make mistakes like that here. She was a very smart and articulate girl, she swore she was.

"Yes, I am Celine." Her heavy French accent shone through when she talked. And because her best friend back home was Italian, she picked up the experience of talking with her hands. At least it wasn't too dramatic, her friend was more of the flinging her hands around, while Celine was more of the small talking with your friends.

"Hello, Miss shopkeeper, Is there anything you need me to do?" And with that, she batted her short eyelashes and re-configured her pixie cut hairstyle so it would lay better. Darn thing never laid right.