Aine was to the point where she was about to give up. Her feet were tired, her back was sore, and she was just tired of being turned down with every job she had checked into. All she kept hearing was that she was too inexperienced, that they didn't want to hire someone who had a work visa, or that they just filled the position she was applying for.
The last circled ad in the paper, counter help in a bakery. How hard would that be? Making her way inside, her smile shone brightly like sunshine, not one ounce of emotion about her fears and worries showed. She had the owner laughing and talking freely in no time, as always, but then the door slammed in her face, the same excuses as always.
Left on the doorstep of the bakery, a single tear trickled down the peach tinted cheek, delicate finger brushing it away, though it did no good. One would follow after the other, blindly walking away from the store, wandering aimlessly, because she had nowhere to really go, but home. She had money to last about a month, if she used it sparingly, leaving her little time to try and come up with something for work, even if it meant begging in the streets.
Finding a bench, tiny frame lowered onto it, hands wiping away the tears once more, thoughts slowly fading as she tried to will the sadness away.
Honkey Tonk Ba-dunk-a-dunk dropped on to the bench beside Aine. Loke had spotted her coming out of the bakery and followed the young woman. She was interested in her, she hadn't really gotten time to talk to her since Cologiro had interrupted her and made her all wacked out. Amber eyes lifted to Aine's face as she tilted her head to the side seeing the tear tracing it's path down her cheek. Fingertip reached out and caught that crystline tear on her fingertip before it was wiped on her jeans, leaving a small wet spot. "You okay there darlin?"
Legs folded as she watched Aine wanting to help the girl out. She was as innocent as a toddler, and the overpowering urge to keep her safe was foremost in her mind. Sandwich she had gotten from a deli down the road was unwrapped from it's paper cocoon and lifted to her lips as she took a generous bite offering the other half of the italian sub to Aine.
Face lit up at the sight of Loke, though that didn't stop the small trail of tears, leaning just a touch into the woman's hand as she wiped away a tear. She shrugged slowly and drew in a breath, sniffling some. "I just don't understand what is so wrong with me. No one will hire me for a job, because I'm not a national, or I don't have any experience."
Being what she was, innocence and a bit of niativity came with the package. She was child like in many ways, but very wise and all woman in others. Not understanding the cruelty of man was one of those things that she just couldn't grasp. When the half of the sandwich was offered, she took it from the woman, picking little pieces off, eating it much like a bird, a habit that she had.
"Dumb, I guess.... It's just... the Priestesses bought my home for me, and gave me a small trust to live on, but it won't last forever."
Loke watched her as she ate, she chewed in silence, choosing to finish her half of the sub before speaking. Not that it took much time, she devoured the thing in a good five minutes fast. Fingertips wiped on her pant legs as she glanced up at Aine. "You need a job, I need a hostess. How about I hire you? " Loke was already planning on when the gallery openned, one would need a hostess to gather coats, offer drinks. Show them around. Such things she figured Aine could do. And perhaps a second person to help with design and such. Who knew. But she did know she was going to need one person.
"I'm openning a Art Gallery soon. I'll need a hostess to greet people, take there coats or what ever. Offer them drinks and answer any questions they might have while inside the Gallery. Think you could handle that?" Loke didn't care if she didn't have experiance, hell she didn't have experiance running an Art Gallery but she was willing to do it anyway.
She dug into the bag and lifted out the bag of chips peeling it open and popping a few into her mouth to crunch on, bag tilted toward Aine if she wanted some.