Bryn Galenus<br/><b>Location:</b>The GCC<br/><b>Tag:</b>Charle “Sky” Winchester, Jasmine Calliwell<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><b>“You’ve done this before clearly. Though, for story telling, there is a pretty little place across the plaza where one might do that over a drink of choice. You go there often? Maybe I’ll see you there.”</b>Bryn asked with a wide grin, quite enjoying the cat and mouse. He figured Sky did know about his other business and was smart enough to make an introduction before actually purchasing anything. And especially not in front of other strangers like the girl behind her.<i>But is she into the softer stuff or the harder stuff?</i>Bryn tried to look over the girl again, looking for the telltale signs of drug use, though there was little to be glimpsed at all.<br/><br/>He looked down at his hands and grinned, shrugging his impressive shoulders. They ought to be on the soft, delicate tones of a woman than on ice cream.<b>“They could be doing better. Enjoy the ice cream and I hope to see you again, Sky.”</b>He bid in farewell and watched her depart after sharing a few choice words with the other girl, whom he saw was carrying his HELP WANTED sign. Oh? How very interesting.<br/><br/>To her first question about who to speak to, he simply patted his chest and continued smiling at the girl, letting her introduce herself. She seemed quite nervous and he realized this was another newcomer to the Plaza recently, recognizing her from earlier occasions. She was quite pretty, in the same vein as most of the girls who came in here. Her pitch for the job was amusing and yet full of conviction.<b>“Well I hope your first time in one lives up to the expectation.”</b>He answered her in a short break in her remarks, before she confirmed his suspicion that she was indeed a resident, which increased her suitability for the job. She lived very close by, seemed dedicated and eager for work. Bryn could definitely use her, his smile wide in agreement with her as she praised the various benefits of the apartment complex.<br/><br/>Bryn reached out and shook her hand with his own, firm and yet not forceful or domineering. She had such a soft hand too, perfect for this job.<b>“My name is Bryn Gallenus. I’m the owner of Creamery Cones. Don’t fret too much, you’re doing fine. Come, have a seat.”</b>He offered, gesturing to a nearby booth as he came around the counter and took his own seat. The store was empty so he had a few minutes to kill. He sat down and waited for Jasmine to join him.<br/><br/><b>“Well first I’ll tell you a little about the business.”</b>Bryn said.<b>“It’s a family business, started by my grandfather, and then run by my mother, and now me. It’s generally simple and straight forward work. A customer comes in, tells you what they want, you give it to them and ring them through. There’s not much training involved and if you worked in a store, any store, you already will be aware of the basic necessities. You smile, you’re cheerful, and no eating product in front of customers. When the store’s empty, you can gorge yourself however you like.”</b>Bryn chuckled, waving his hand dismissively at the same time.<br/><br/><b>“What I’m looking for is indeed part time work but my reason for needing another employee is…well, you’ve said it yourself. If I had more time, I’d take advantage of all the extras here, like the pool, the gym, the bar. I work here six days a week from start to close. I need someone to help me say…Thursday through to Saturday during the busy hours. If you can handle it, I’d love to have you. We’ll work together for the first few weeks but as you grow and learn, you’ll be running things all on your own.” </b><br/><br/>It was doubtful, as Bryn was sure no one would like to give up their weekend to work. But money was money and people needed work. He’d understand if Jasmine wasn’t up for it, though he’d enjoy having her, a pretty face in addition to his own. He smiled and folded his hands, watching her intently with light eyes and waiting for her response.