<strong>Melissa, talking to Sam</strong><br/><br/>Melissa flushed slightly as Sam brought her hand to his lips, secretly glad he seemed decent, and not someone who only looked after himself.  She thought she would like him.<br/><br/>"It's nice to meet you Sam, and thanks for the understanding.  I'm not usually late for work, but I wasn't supposed to start until next week, so I had to rush when Natalie called me.  I don't know if I'd call this work though... I usually think of work as either waiting tables or helping out at the library," she grinned, before realizing how she must sound, and looking down shyly, wondering what he'd think, if he'd want someone else who actually knew what she was doing.<br/><br/>She swallowed nervously, and made herself look up at him again.  "I guess I'm not being very professional, but I've never... done this kind of... work before, so I don't really know what I'm doing just yet," she confessed.  "Actually, waiting tables is how I found out about this place," she hurried on, afraid to let him say anything, lest he not want her, and she'd have Natalie angry with her then.  "Natalie came in to where I worked, and we eventually got to talking.  I told her about some things going on with me, and she eventually told me about this place, and I was... curious," she admitted, feeling warmth in her cheeks again.  "Waiting tables isn't exactly the most fun job you can have, and so I thought I could at least try this, and if I don't like it I can find something else.  Natalie seemed nice and friendly, and I like bosses who make you feel like you matter," she finished, finally stopping long enough to risk a quick glance in Natalie's direction, hoping she wasn't making herself look like a total idiot in front of this guy she didn't even know.