I Spy

[Yasmina Khatri]

Yasmina was taking a few minutes break from the shop which might have actually been a few minutes had she not dallied and ended up wandering into a shop. Of all her vices - which one could argue were numerous - she actually wasn't a terrible shopaholic, although she had her moments as many people did. She spent more time window shopping than actual shopping and much preferred to see what she could get for free rather than paying short of actually stealing things.

Money wasn't something she ever had a great deal of and what she did have always seemed to end up frittered away on having a good time so there was nothing left by the time she spotted a hat or costume jewelry or a pair of gloves she really liked. Saving was a pipe dream.

Window shopping was what she was doing now and was what led her into the strange shop he was in now. Curious, she strolled right in and only stopped when she found another human being. "I take it you work here?" She was going to get an earful for coming back late from her break but she gave approximately no shits at present.

JANUARY 2ND, 1888 | @'Simeon Graves'

  

[Simeon Graves]

Simeon, despite all his training and effort to make this job work, still had issues ridding himself of all the upper class habits he'd gained as a child, adolescent, and young adult. Compared to many who had faced disownment ten, fifteen, or event twenty years ago, Simeon had still yet to figure out how to physically blend into his surroundings when he passed the slums of magical London to get to his shop.

Once arriving at work, Simeon had returned to what seemed to be an endless project: a large, steel trunk that had various charms. It was commissioned by a Ministry employee, and he had little clue what such a highly-secure trunk could possibly be (legally) used for! While customers were a thing that existed, they were so rare in this shop—one that specialized in customized orders rather than shelf-bought items—that his eyes couldn't help but follow the woman.

It turned out that he didn't even need to speak to her—no, she was content to speak to him first. He gave her a polite smile. "I do. Is there anything in particular I can help you with?"

  

[Yasmina Khatri]

Yasmina returned his smile with a coquettish grin. "I don't know, perhaps you could tell me." It wasn't actually meant to sound as forward as it probably did, Yasmina really had no real reason for being there besides idle curiosity but she could hardly say as much to his face. Not straight away at least, she had some tact.

She absently brushed her fingers over the surface of a nearby object, rolling them together and vaguely registering the sensation of light dust between them. Yasmina turned her gaze back to the young man and eyed him expectantly.

JANUARY 2ND, 1888 | @'Simeon Graves'