Crystal had been busy in the house all day, tending to her duties as usual. As always a lot of cleaning to be done, even though her master wasn't a messy man she tended to overdo it slightly well not slightly but a lot. It was like she went over the home with a fine tooth comb, then over that at least three more times if not more. Nobody ever complained that she did a lackluster job, in fact most of the servants wondered just exactly what she did when she wasn't in the house. The answer would surely surprise anyone.<br/>Since she ran away from home, she really didn't have a place to live on her own. And she couldn't really afford a place of her own with a maid's salary. Once the master had learned that, he had offered her room and board in the servant's quarters which at first she denied but she found she had nowhere else to stay, and living on the dirty street surely wouldn't do for her. After a week of that she was begging to stay, so the answer was she pretty much had no life outside of the house.<br/>At least no life that anybody knew of that was. Whatever she did in her spare time was a well guarded secret. Why she hid that, nobody knew not even the maids who were closest to her. Was she hiding a deep dark secret? Was she doing something that she was ashamed of? All that was known was that Crystal was a very strange woman, always muttering about dust mites and cleaning things like they could never be clean enough. Rumor had it that she was crazy, but nobody ever said it to her face.<br/>There she was scrubbing away at an invisible spot on the wall, when one of the other maids goes towards her, trying to be as respectful as possible. Though Crystal was even tempered, the rest of the staff was always afraid that she would blow. She always had a weird look on her face as she worked.<br/>"Excuse me Crystal, but your shift is over now."<br/>She jolted forward at the intrusion in her concentration, and stared at the other maid like she was the devil. She knew the master would be coming home soon, and she wanted things to be perfect for him. She had a strange compulsion to impress him  for some reason. Whether it was because of a crush on him, or perhaps he reminded her of her father it was unknown.<br/>He might not even see that she wanted to impress him, the strange habits she had in cleaning might be misunderstood as some sort of obsession on her part. Which it was, but she had the want to make him smile with a job well done tacked to the end of it<br/>"I just have to finish this and I'm done."<br/>A few more strokes of the brush, really she was just wasting time right now since she wanted to stay within the house so she could greet the master when he came back from his trip. She had missed him greatly. The other maid tapped her foot waiting for Crystal to be done so she could start her job but the scrubbing seemed to be an endless task.<br/>She looked at the door every so often, waiting. It was now around three o' clock so he should be heading in that door any minute now, even the other maid bothering her to end her shift wouldn't deter her from enjoying his homecoming.