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[Scarlett O'Neill]

Some of them It was one of those lazy days in the Rosa Lee Teabag. There was no big rush, the cafe wasn't busy with the clients. It gave a certain young lady an opportunity to think. Scarlett O'Neill was working in this place for a few years now, but she still couldn't get used the fact now she's now serving the people who used to be of the same social class as she was some time ago, before everything changed. The transfer from the upper class lady to a lower class one didn't come to Scar easily. In fact, she still struggled with those little things that other born to this class found natural. When she was kicked out, she found herself doing things that her servants always did for her. Like brushing her hair or dressing up her brother. Everything was on her head now and she didn't really like it that way. As many other girls born to a wealthy, pureblood family, Scar was surrounded by luxury ever since she was a little girl. She never had to worry about not having anything to eat or a new dress. Whatever she wanted, she got. Her servants were there to make sure of that. Now, she was like a servant herself, at least that is how she felt. Sure, working as a waitress was much better job than to be a prostitute or a maid at some nobles house. However, she still couldn't forgive herself for rejecting an offer to be a governess to her friends children. It would be much easier than to be what she was. Then again, she acted like a governess to her brother, so she didn't need more children under her care. Here, at her workplace, only Miranda knew about how much Scar misses the good old days. However, what nobody knew was that the young woman was looking around, searching for a potential husband in her clients. She knew it was the best way to get back what should rightly be hers and her little brother's. Just in case if that plan fails, she had some money saved from selling some of her things. She was ready to pay someone for getting rid of her uncle, if she had to. Sighing heavily, she was forced to go back to reality as a customer entered. Young woman quickly put a mask on her face. That was how she managed to get by in work every day. A smile, most often fake one, was plastered to her lips. Scarlett practiced it every day, so now she was perfect at hiding who she was inside and how she really felt. It was her duty to make her customers happy. Very often they wanted to look at pretty waitresses and Scar let them do that every time, knowing that some of them leave a big tip afterwords. So every day, she woke up earlier, spend some time making her hair look perfect and finished them up with her hair combs. Those were one of the things she was allowed to keep when she was forced to leave the house in which she grew up in. Even after all these years Scar certainly stood up from the girls that worked with her. She preserved her aristocratic accent and worse expensive jewelry, either brooches or hair combs. Not to mention, she still walked in a way she was taught to do, like a proper lady should. She was always polite and if the client wanted to talk, she always had something intelligent to say, showing that she was properly educated. This day wasn't different from any other working day. Seeing a tall, handsome man sitting by one of the tables, she went over to him in a way she always used to do. The woman could tell he was from an upper class. There were many factors that contributed to that, of course outside his outfit. The way people moved always told her from what class they are, whether they realized it or not. For Scar every class moved in a characteristic way. When she finally made it to the man's table she smiled politely and said: "Welcome to Rosa Lee Teabag, sir. My name is Scarlett and I will be your waitress today. What can I serve you with today?" want to use you

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[Lucian Allaird]

Leaning back in his chair with his foot crossed over his opposing knee, Lucian flipped idly through the newspaper and scanned it's contents for anything interesting. Not seeing anything of real value, Lucian let out a low, long sigh as she folded up his paper and dropped it on top of the table just as the waitress came over. Not looking at her immediately, Lucian turned his dark brooding gaze out the closest window and studied the crowds as they past while speaking; "...I'll take a tea and a custard ta--" He begins to say then cuts himself off as his eyes finally come to rest on the woman.

She's naturally easy on the eyes, thick lipped and has a full volumed head of dark, chocolate hair that Lucian has always been favorable of but it isn't her quiet beauty that silences him but rather the air of familiarity that clings to her. Almost certain he should have known her from somewhere the wizard leans back a little further, cants his head to one side as he studiest her from the shoulders up and finishes his order. "Pardon me, I mean to say I'll have a tea and a custard tart, please." Taking another moment to analyze her familir features, Lucian runs his thumb just under his lip in a motion of thoughtful consideration.

Unable to put his finger on how he might know this, Scarlett, Luciann offers her a charming smirk and pushes the newspaper set in front of him off to the side of the table. "....and good morning to you, Scarlett - you wouldn't happen to have a last name to go with the first would you Mademoiselle?" An innocent enough inquiry. After all, she doesn't quite appear to bred from the lower class - no matter her job. The ease of her tongue when speaking suggests she is a well read woman, her posture - boasting a succulent hour glass curve - is just about flawless and when it comes to Lucian, one thing he knows without question is the body of a well bred woman when he see's it and this Scarlett seemed to be as 'well bred' in body as they came.

  

[Scarlett O'Neill]

Some of them You know those people that look prepared for everything that life is throwing at them? The kind that seem to somehow find themselves in every situation they are? On the outside Scarlett looked like she was one of them. She never complained about what had happened to her and did her job with a smile plastered to her lips. Inside not everything was so pretty. Her pretty face, that didn't look like it was every bothered with one serious thought, covered much darker thoughts that anyone would expect from such a young woman like miss Scarlett O'Neill. Days she thought about revenging her parents' death are countless. The same goes for the times she thought of ways to get back what should have been hers in the first place. Unfortunately, nothing came out of her thinking and she was still stuck at this place. Sure, she was thankful she had a job, but it wasn't like she didn't hope for anything better. Scarlett was raised to believe that she is meant to marry someone rich and powerful. After all she came from a very powerful and influential family and she was expected to marry well just for that reason. From the very early age, people who had worked for the O'Neill's took care of her education and her looks. It resulted in Scar turning to be nice to look at. It didn't take long before the suitors came. Her parents chose the best one they could. He was rich, powerful and handsome. Three things that mattered to Scarlett at the time. So what he had good luck with the ladies? As long as he'll come back to her, she'll pretend it doesn't happen. That's how she was raised as her mother did that all her life. Now she was here, serving as a waitress to people visiting Rosa Lee Teabag with a smile on her lips, but inside she didn't feel like smiling or laughing. She was way out of her comfort zone, she wasn't happy. This place was not good for her, but it was the only place she could be in right now. Young woman had her little brother on her head and that was now a priority, whether she wanted it or not. So she did her job the best way she knew how. After a few months, her memory proved to be well enough that she didn't have to write down the orders, because she remembered them. That put her in much better position than some of the girls, as she could do everything much faster than they did. For that reason she could chat with the clients if they wanted to and it put her in a much better position than some. She could only hope that it will somehow pay off. Some clients, like this one, had something familiar in them. Luckily (or not) not many of them were able to recognize the young woman from her better days. This one wanted her last name, which was strange enough. Well, my client is my master, she repeated to herself every day and so she politely replied. "Well yes I do, sir. My last name is O'Neill. I am Scarlett O'Neill." A soft voice came from her mouth, as she stopped herself from asking him what does he need her last name for. want to use you

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[Lucian Allaird]

Studying her body posture, the language she spoke with it and the stare in her eyes - Lucian couldn't help furrow his brow slightly in concentration as he tried to figure out how exactly her angelic face and that name were familiar. She knew of a few O'Neill families but last he could remember they were upper class people. Proud people. Definitely not the type to let their daughter, niece or who ever she might have been to them work in a cafe publicly.

"Well, Mrs.O'Neill, my name's Lucian Allaird - but feel free to just call me Lucian." He spoke on a husky, pleasant tone and offered her a charming smile. "...I must confess, you seem rather familiar to me and, although I've been here many times before, I don't think it's from being a patron of this lovely establishment." Eying her over curiously, more out of intrigue than interest at the moment - Lucian couldn't help but admire her lips. Such a full, pouty mouth was likely wonderful to kiss but then Lucian was rather fond of kissing a woman in general, whether they had as nice of one's as Mrs.O'Neill or not.

  

[Scarlett O'Neill]

Some of them It has been a few years since Scarlett was kicked out of the house, forced to fend for herself and her brother. It wasn't an easy transition, but she got used to it during the years. That didn't meant she accepted what had happened to her, though. Oh, no she certainly did not. Yes, this young woman might have adjusted pretty well, but wasn't just going to let go of the whole thing that made her live the life she didn't choose. You see, the thing you need to know about Scarlet is that she does not easily forgive. Quite the contrary, she can be quite a revengeful bitch if she wants to and she never goes down without a bang. This is just not this type of a girl. She always reached for everything she desired and got it no matter how much it costed her. She did the same thing in work. Even though she was sick of constantly smiling and playing nice, she never showed it. Only a very careful eye would see that she wants something more than this. This job wasn't her dream, but as a clever person miss O'Neill was aware that it might be her only way to the top of the social ladder again. So she smiled to clients, flirted with them or responded friendly to their attempts to flirt. If only all of them were half as handsome as the man who introduced himself as Lucian her job would be much more pleasant. Most of the men that tried to hit on her were much, much older than her. This one couldn't be that old. What she noticed at first was his impressive built. Even when he was sitting, he certainly stood out amongst the crowd. His eyes had something... dangerous in them, but at the same time tempting. Not especially tempting to her, but attractive in every way. As she watched him speaking she got the impression that this man is quite a charmer and he knows it. Scarlett could tell he was very self-confident and the way he spoke to her gave her the impression that he has good luck with the ladies. Of course, she might have been wrong, but somehow, she doubted it. He had neither a ring on his finger nor a trace after one, so that indicated he wasn't married. A man this age that looked like that and was single that could mean only that he didn't find himself a suitable wife. That most probably meant he didn't want a wife. "It's Miss O'Neill, actually. I am not a married woman." Scarlett corrected the man when he called her a Mrs. Many people made that mistake, because she was in the right age to be a wife. She always smiled it off, acting like nothing happened, but every time it kind of hurt her inside. Reminded her of who she used to be. "I was not always a waitress here, sir." Scarlett replied to his wondering about her familiarity. It was very doubtful he heard what happened to her, not unless he was interested in social scandals from Scotland. "Now, let me get your order and we can then continue this conversation later." The woman's smile widened as she went to get his order. It didn't take her long, so she quickly came back and gracefully put his tea and tart in front of him. want to use you

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