Bryony took Melinda's hand, forcing a smile. "Yes, you too," she said politely, not mentioning that they had met before. She'd only been a customer then, and there was no reason Melinda should remember. They hadn't really spoken, Bryony had just paid for what she wanted and left.
"I don't know if I'm really what you're looking for," she said. It didn't occur to her to try and lie, or make her experience sound more than it was - she knew nothing about applying for a traditional job and it seemed to her that lying about that would just make it more stressful than it needed to be. Besides, if she was going to take too long to learn then she didn't want to inconvenience Melinda - even if she didn't know where else she would get money. "I'm apprenticing under Braith Whitehead - the artist," she explained. "But I don't have a set schedule there, and I know at least one of the other artists works elsewhere part time, so I think I could fit whatever hours you needed in easily enough."