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The York Gallery; Friday [ 04/04 ]

Charlotte could barely believe that it was already Friday. The week just seemed to zoom right by and there seemed to be so much work to do, although the construction on the place was basically done and finished. That didn't stop her from occasionally departing from her work at the reception desk in the front foyer to clack around the empty gallery with a clipboard, trying to spot out one forgotten thing or another. And she'd have to move into the apartment that now waited for her upstairs, too, this weekend, and if she didn't get anyone coming in with an interest in employment...well...it was going to be a very interesting opening on Wednesday if that were going to be the case.

To say that she was feeling a bit frazzled was quite an understatement.

[[ 'HELP WANTED' sign still in the window, and post is open for anyone who'd want to pop in ]]

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Eve was meandering in town after class when she saw the sign in the gallery window. After a couple minutes to think about it, she opened the door and stepped into the gallery.

Even she needed a job, after all.

The timing was pretty good, too, because Eve had caught Charlotte at a rare moment during that day when she'd actually been sitting still at the reception desk. See, she'd gotten a bit distracted, by sorting through the super cute shoes on BlueFly...

But she heard the door open and looked up to see someone there. A bright, friendly smile instantly blossomed on her face. "Hi! May I help you?" She looked young, and pretty, probably a student? Ooh! Perhaps she was here for a job? Charlotte's head tilted slightly, trying to get a closer look at the girl and trying to glean what sort of person she might be based on her appearance.

That sort of thing was awfully important, after all.

"Can you tell me who I'd talk to about a job interview?" Eve asked with a slight smile.

She stood patiently, quite understanding about Charlotte giving her a once-over. It was important to get an impression of someone, you know.

"That would be me," Charlotte said with another smile, and she offered out her hand. "I'm Charlotte York; I own the gallery that will be going into this place soon. And you are...?"

"Pleasure to meet you," Eve replied, reaching out to shake Charlotte's hand. "Eve Levine. I'm a student at the high school -- is that all right?"

"Nice to meet you, Eve," Charlotte gave the girl's hand a good handshake, on the friendlier side of a business one, and continued smiling at her. She gestured toward a nearby chair on the other side of the desk. "Go ahead and have a seat. That's quite fine; I was actually hoping to hire in some students. You have an interest in working at an art gallery, then?"

"I do, yes," Eve replied as she took a seat.

Charlotte's lips pressed together for a brief moment; it was a brief answer, one that told her nothing more than what Eve just being there and coming in and asking for an interview had. But the smile was back quickly enough.

"Are you an artist yourself?" she asked. "Or are you just an appreciator of it?"

"A bit of both, really," Eve said. "I'm not a painter or a sculptor, or anything like that, but I'm a photographer. Have been for... oh, man, I can't remember when I first got my hands on a camera."

Charlotte's interest spiked a little, as evidenced by the lift in her eyebrows, the slight tilt of her head. "I see," she said. Photography was good; very good, actually. "Do you have any particular favorite subjects to shoot?"

"People," Eve replied. "There's just something about people that I love. If you catch them in just the right light, or with just the right expression on their face... it's like you can tell what they're thinking."

An interesting answer.

"Do you like working with people as well as shooting them?" Charlotte asked, before she realized that could probably be a better way to put that. "That is something I'll expect out of my employees. Of course, it's a given that you'll be working the reception area here, but there's also openings, which will require a little more. Serving drinks and making sure the snacks full up, that sort of thing..."

"I do," Eve said with a nod. "I'm also very good at multitasking and working under pressure."

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"Excellent, good," Charlotte's head bobbed a little bit in a nod and she wrote something down. "When were you thinking of wanting to work? We're keeping later hours, one to eleven, Wednesdays through Sundays..."

"I can work pretty much any time during those days," Eve said. "I have my Lawyering Up class on Wednesdays, but it's at 10, and Ethics is on Thursdays but it's at 11. So even if I work those days, my classes are early enough that it wouldn't be a problem."

"Any preferences?"

"Thursdays and Fridays," Eve said after a moment to think about it. Because honestly, after Ethics with Skywalker on Thursdays? She'd need a distraction. And no classes on Fridays left entirely too much room to get in trouble.

Charlotte nodded, jotting that down. "I think that'd work nicely," she said, not at all thanking a little swing of fate that Eve had suggested Fridays. This village was so dead it wasn't even funny, but it was still nice to think that she could go out a bit on Fridays. "I'll put you down for starting out then. We open this coming Wednesday; do you think you could be available for that just to sort of have the extra hands around for the opening?"

"Yeah, of course," Eve said with a nod. "No problem."

Because A: She could be, and B: You never told someone who was about to hire you that no you couldn't unless you really couldn't. It just wasn't smart.

"Good." Charlotte smiled, nodding her head a moment before opening up one of the drawers in the desk and sorting through it until she produced a document. She explained that it would just contain all the information she'd need for hiring and all that sort of thing. "And, if you could just bring it in with you when you come in Wednesday afternoon for a quick run-through of how everything will go before the event, that'd be perfect."

"All right, cool," Eve said. "I'll change after class and then come right over." Because quite obviously whatever she'd wear to class -- which was generally jeans and a cute shirt -- wasn't going to be appropriate for work in a gallery environment.

"Good!" Charlotte smiled. "I'll see you then. It was nice meeting you, Eve."

Charlotte left it unsaid that she sure hoped the girl would work out well enough.

"It was nice meeting you, too," Eve said with a smile as she rose.

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