Christopher
Sheila, was, MORTIFIED.

Her first month or so had gone by and she wasn't sure whether the employers liked her or not, nobody had shown her the ropes when it came to pleasing customers through sex, so she was just fucking winging it, and worst of all, now they wanted her to help ingratiate the new girl.

*You can do this you can do this you lived as an artist in NY for a bit, you can do this* This thought was blasted on repeat in her head as she waited in the storeroom, half asleep and half awake and 100% terrified. She halfway hoped that the new girl wouldn't arrive.

Then, the door opened. Very silently, did the door open, but Sheila was alerted to it by the muffled rain turning into unmuffled horrible sounds that only the least comfortable type of rain can make.

She stood up and approached the door to see the interloper, and upon seeing that the interloper matched the description provided for what the new girl looked like, she calmed down "Hoh, okay, uhh- hiya there, welcome to Serenity Cafe! I'm guessing you're our new hire?"

Her instincts were to help the newcomer with everything they needed, so she immediately scooted forth, and offered to take the trunk off of her hands, making similar offers for shoes and any other similar knick-knacks she may be carrying.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you outside, didn't mean to make you lug your stuff in all at once." She gently leads the new girl in, closing the door behind her. She'll worry about the mud later.
Elizabeth
Ilse turns, almost cringing at seeing a new person, and her eyes move up and down her body automatically. She knows, after all, how different these cafes are than what she's used to. One... Hears things as a maid. But then... In her heart isn't that part of why she came? To see if she had a little adventure in her? The other girl is very beautiful, slender and pretty, and her accent is charming.

She blushes hard and curtsies, a thick lock of wet hair sticking to her left cheek, "Oh! Oh... I'm... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to trouble... You are a maid here? I'm... I'm Ilse. I'm... They just hired me..." She rises out of her curtsy, formal, well executed, but retiring, like someone who has learned to be invisible.

She starts, with fingers clumsy from the wet and cold, to unbutton the row of small buttons on the front of there mackintosh, as the other girl hurries over, but seeing her take the trunk she blushes a deep scarlet and goes for the other side, looking up at the taller woman. Well. Almost everyone is a taller woman, "Oh, oh, please miss, I'm sorry, I can get it, I didn't mean to make you... I'm sorry!"
Christopher
Hearing the new maid speak, Sheila was actually rather relieved. She sounded a bit older, and judging by the way she handled herself, she knew what she was doing, which means that she'll probably be the one to teach her.

"Yes, I'm Sheila, it's lovely to meet you, miss Ilse!" She treated her as a guest for now.

With her trunk and other such things in hand, Sheila leads her further into the cafe, to the room that had been emptied out for the new girl "Oh it's no problem, I'm supposed to show you the ropes, but, you seem to know what you're doing."

Indeed, Sheila only partially knew what she was doing. Despite her best attempts, there were still flaws in her presentation, flaws that back at the old house, would have at best, earned her time out, and at worst, had her flagellated.
Elizabeth
Ilse flutters behind as she is led to her room, her raincoat still flapping half buttoned, around her slender body. "Sheila? It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Sheila." Her voice, accented faintly in German, savors the name, new to her ears.
Reaching the room, she stops, and looks around her, smiling, shyly, "It is very nice." It is pretty nice, if a little bare, awaiting personalization. It has a little dormer window on one wall, and a iron-bannistered bed to one side, with a tidy armoire and pale lavender wainscoted walls.
"Will I... Have a roommate? Do you know? I am sorry to ask you stupid questions, Miss Sheila."
She blushes a little, looking at the girl again, and returns to unbuttoning her coat. Her skirt, halfway down her calf, clings sodden to her stockings, and she shivers a little bit. Her knuckles are white with cold, as she moves to unpin her hat form her thick, grey-streaked hair.
Christopher
At first, as she opens the door, she considers not doing it. Just closing the door and saying that there was a mistake. Sadly, she couldn't. She lives in this room too, and she's done fuck all with it.

"I..." She pauses momentarily "... Yes, we'll be roommates. I'm sorry, if you want, I'll tell them to give you your own room." As if she had any power to do such a thing. She doesn't.

"Uhh, please, make yourself comfortable." She steps aside, tucking her hair in so as to not appear too visible, letting Ilse explore the room at her own pace, keeping her mouth shut and her hands clasped together "You're technically still not on the clock, so... Do you want a drink? Something warm?"
Elizabeth
She turns, and her face lifts up with obvious relief, and before she can think about it she steps forward to give you a tight, somewhat damp hug, then catching herself steps back, blushing scarlet, "Oh I'm... I'm sorry, I've... Well I've never had my own room. I was a little... A little nervous about it actually. I know that sounds silly for a grown woman, you can laugh if you want to. A drink? You are too kind, I... I will pay you back for it, I promise."

She sits on her bed, narrow shouldered and shivering slightly little bit. Her dress is dry above the waist, and mostly soaked below, her hose muddy on the calves. She wears a simple grey and white traveling dress, simple almost to the point of being monastic, the wool closed over her small chest by hooks and eyes instead of buttons. Her eyes, wide and soft and warm look up at you hopefully, shyly.