Lucy Martin<br/>Location: The GPC – Split Bean<br/>Tagged Dylan Murphy<br/><br/>“Alright then,” she beamed, happy he was willing to do this. Her cheeks burned a bit brighter with his gaze. He wasn't trying to hide the fact he was taking in the sight of her in the slightest. Bold and brazen, his eyes swept over her body. She felt on display for him. It was strange to Lucy, in a sense, to have a man look at her that way. It made her feel odd, unlike anything she had ever felt before, and truth be told, she liked it.<br/><br/>“Shift change isn’t usually delayed. The girl that comes in after me is pretty quick about getting here.  I do have to stop by my place and,” she paused, realizing he would have to see where she actually lived. Any pretense that perhaps he didn’t  know that she lived in the assisted units would be gone.  Her words remain halted as she glanced away for a moment. If he was the type of man that wouldn’t want to see her due to where she lived, then he wasn’t worth her time. “Freshen up,” she finished. “There’s something I should tell you though. I’m not like her or her or her,” she said, pointing towards some of the obviously wealthy customers. “I don’t live on the higher floors, where the units are huge and ornately decorated. My place is small, sparcely decorated, but it’s mine. I needed help getting it, but I work an honest day’s work to keep it.” She wanted to add that if had a problem with that, then she would understand, but Lucy held her tongue.  “I live in the assisted living units. My jobs pay, but it’s not enough to afford a really nice place in this building. I want to be like her and her and her,” she gestured again, “and I’m willing to work to get there. Doesn’t leave much time for a social life or,” she began, taking a deep breath, “games.  I’m not one to play games Mr. Murphy. I know what I want in life, and I work hard for it. Honestly I appreciate the same in a person. So I hope that’s okay.” She released the grip on her fingers, allowing her hands to rest easily on the table. There was something freeing in speaking her mind to him. Lucy rarely did so, holding back more often than not. Would he appreciate her honesty, bold and brazen as well?