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Darklis Tinka (mindblowing) wrote in light_of_may,

Truly struck dumb by that brief, naked encounter, Layla had just done as she was told. More than a little embarrassed, the colour was high in her cheeks when the took a seat, smoothing her dress out underneath her. She should have chosen something more... professional. She didn't own anything more professional. And maybe she should have tried to find out whether her employer was even human before she set out on this venture. Wait, did it matter? It was a morning job, right? Vampires didn't seem to do mornings, or she wouldn't be here looking for employment.

Oh, Max was so not going to approve of this.

"Oh, good morning!" She dragged her features into a rather more alert smile, though it was still a little nervous. But who didn't get nervous about any kind of job interview? With or without the vampires. "I--um," she faltered over the reference to the naked man with fangs, unsure as to how she was meant to respond to that, though it dissolved rather quickly into a fairly casual shrug, "I honestly don't think I would be either." Especially not if she was answering the door to some kid who had no doubt looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Wait. Pause. Rewind.

"He said... that?" The colour was retreating from her face again. "Because I'm--I mean I'm not psychic--I'm just. Just--" Layla's speech cut off as something somewhere fell over. One of those small, background noises that made you jump when you knew you were on your own. They made her jump even more when she suspected she was the cause. She wasn't. Even if her cell was trying to evacuate her bag. I'm not psychic. "I'm just Layla," was her rather weak answer. One hand pushed the phone back into her bag.