"Oh." Put that way, it was clear he wasn't asking her out, and Daisy wilted again, defeated. Would she ever find someone who liked her? Uncurling a little, she propped her arm on the chair and plopped her chin in her hand, surreptitiously studying Luther. Still, she brightened at his question, replying cheerfully: "I work for a fancy spa. I'm a holistic experience assistant or something like that, but mostly I just pat mud on the faces of rich old ladies and mix honey into chemicals, that kind of thing. It's not very hard but it's so interesting -- you wouldn't believe the kind of customers we get!"