"No, no ... it's fine." Always worried about making a good first impression and never wanting someone to feel put out in her own shop, she doubled over and scrambled to pick up the dark green votive at the same time as the colorfully dressed woman. Luckily for both of them, she bobbed a bit and avoided slamming their foreheads together. Her fingers caught the wick and she was standing up again, setting the candle back in it's place. "Sorry, the pine scent is pretty popular in the winter months but I can't seem to get it to smell strongly enough when it burns without adding a<em>lot</em>of fragrance."<br/><br/>"Here...try this one." She said as she walked over to another small table of candles and picked out one of her latest favorites. It should help calm the woman's nose and get rid of the memory of pine needles. "It's a mix of blueberry and linen." She handed the woman a small tea light and then remembered/realized that she had asked a question.<em>Good going Cait, the wax has finally started to clog your brain along with your ears.</em>"You said something about an ad?" She wiped her still slick hands (wax was good for the skin, making hers quite soft and supple - but it was brutal to get out from under the nails) and headed over to the counter at first thinking that she was talking about a coupon she had recently put into the local paper: "Two for one Tumblers." She would have a few extras available for walk-ins.<br/><br/>Her hands fumbled with some papers next to the cash register. That was odd, she couldn't find the coupons.<em>No, wait, that one wasn't going to be printed until next weekend. Then it hit her. </em>"Oh, do you mean the ad for the apartment?" Caitlin turned, her voice rose and became light and hopeful.<em>Oh, please... let that be it! </em>She was tired of all the crank calls and desperate male voices hoping to pay rent "in trade". "It's still available if you want to see it! Here... let me just put out my closed sign." She was quick to dash over to the door, shutting and locking it before quickly turning the dial on her "Out to Lunch - Will Be Back Soon" clock sign and turning it outward facing the street. She didn't even think that she might come across as creepy - she was just so excited. Maybe she would be able to go grocery shopping this week after all.<br/><br/>She looked down at herself - and realized what a mess she was. Not really the best rentor look - ripped jeans, flipflops, a pink tank top peeking out from under an over-sized blue work shirt, and flecks of wax everywhere - making her soft auburn hair look like birds were preparing it as a nest. She almost regretted that the woman hadn't called first but she couldn't be so picky.<br/><br/>"Gosh, I'm sorry, where are my manners..." She walked back over and again wiped her hands on her pant legs before extending one out to the woman. "Hi.. I'm Cait. Thank you so much for coming by."