Enjoying a leisure early afternoon reading your book and not getting done finishing up the various odds and ends needed to properly open. Which is all well and good, as you have reading and cooking to do. The day winding into 2 o'clock before you get greeted by a feisty red headed woman. Whom does her best to lick her lips and sound as seductive as possible. Why she would be interested in such a lowly position as a assistant is beyond you, but you're not the type to question a good thing. The lady walking in and taking a look around your shop, seeing the crates strewn all over the place and and how you are nowhere near close to setting up shop. Giving you a adorable pout,<strong>"Well then, looks like you do need a assistant. What sort of requirements for the position are there good sir? </strong>