She felt more relaxed now that he had reassured her that he wasn't worried about the time it was taking her. She continued to work, making sure that the beauty of the stone shone through where she had already cleaned. She scrubbed the floor, glad that she had such good cleaners, her hands were looking pretty rough from all of the time in the chemicals, but it would be worth it when she was done. She knew she was going to get a contract from this cleaning and she was sure she deserved it.<br/><br/>"It is a shame that the floor has been treated so poorly." She looked up at him. "A simple weekly cleaning would do wonders to keep it looking beautiful."<br/><br/>When he started talking about who she went home to in the evenings she started to get nervous. She realized he was probably just making small talk, but it was moments like these that she wished she wasn't so introverted most of the time. Her blush deepened a bit as she thought of how to respond, figuring that honesty was always best, she sighed, and began working on the floor again. "I don't have anyone waiting at home. I agree, it isn't always pleasant, but luckily I don't usually work this late, and the nice thing about having this as my own business is that I can set my own schedule as I see fit. There's the occasion that I have to work these hours, mainly for businesses, but I primarily clean houses. It makes it easier, and usually gets me home around six or seven." She didn't know how to respond to his comment about being single and not liking it, so she didn't comment at all.<br/><br/>Finally able to give him his spot back at his desk she moved on to the next spot and began scrubbing it, her back to him as he moved over to his desk.