LOUISE DESJARDINS<br/><br/>There's something about his words, the way he says things. His sentences seem to hang in the air almost, as though daring me to respond before he's finished. I feel like I'm being dared to do something... and he's hoping I'll do the wrong thing. And... it bothers me but I don't know why that is.<br/><br/>He mentions a uniform and then goes to get it, passing it to me. It's no problem, I assumed there would be one. And the fact he's offering me one is a good sign... isn't it? Hm... I think so...<br/><br/>I don't look at it closely, though the skirt looks a little short. Mind you I've worn short things in some of the bars. The owners like it, the customers like it. I would not say I like it exactly but it's not a problem for me. What is a problem though is how this gentleman has stood back nonchalantly watching me. I frown at him momentairily then assume he's testing me.<br/><br/><strong>"Mai, oui, pas un problème!"<br/><br/>"Uh, have you a room I may change please?"</strong>