"So what makes you think you're qualified to be her apprentice?" The woman asked the blond in front of her.<br/><br/>The boy muttered something inaudibly.<br/><br/>"Speak up kid! If you don't have the guts to talk about even yourself, how are you supposed to defend yourself from a man trying to kill you?!"<br/><br/>The boy blushed bright red and looked at her, afraid. "I am good with mechanics and I learn quick."<br/><br/>With a sigh, the woman scratched something down on the paper in front of her, shooing him away with the other. "I'll send for you if I need you." She mumbled, not intending to ever send for him. "Ne--"<br/><br/>The alarm rang and she looked over at the bar where the alarm button usually was and saw as a young man was pulling his hand back from the spot. Turning her head, she watched as all the other people left the building except for the one she had seen pulling his hand back. Boldly he walked over to the table and sat down, grabbing her hand and kissing it, telling her in no uncertain terms, his intentions and convictions.<br/><br/>"Uh. Yeah." She said, pulling her hand away. After a few moments of silence, she leaned back in her chair and looked at him, her face stern. "That was a dirty thing you did." Waiting a few more moments, she smirked and continued. "I like it. What's your name again kid?" She asked, nodding at him.