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вσσкєя § ∂єωιтт (shockjockey) wrote in makebelievelog,

As they walked Booker thought on a secretary. He'd have liked to offer the job to Elizabeth but it seemed demeaning. Sitting around in an office all day..no she had much more potential than that, and he wouldn't tie her down. He shook his head. "Nah, not really. You? It's a simple enough job, there's gotta be someone who'll take it."

He wasn't worried about filling the position. It didn't seem that in the span of a hundred or so years there'd been any less of a need for female secretaries. If anything, more women were jumping at the chance for work, which Booker could appreciate. Along with some other major changes in the times.

"Couple hundred years difference between now and where I'm from. Haven't had much of a choice not to check up on things. Being the odd man out hasn't exactly been a thing of mine either." Booker gave a small smirk to her gentle teasing. He was out of his element, but never very long. Before his trip to Columbia he may have shrugged the comment off, or rolled his eyes, not even bothered with work associates. He always worked alone, didn't care much for people or have the patience for them. The city in the sky changed that, and so did Elizabeth. Booker was thankful because it was obvious you needed people, had to trust them sometimes, even if it was a risk. And Bo wasn't so bad. "I'm thinking it'll be smarter to do the furniture first on account that'll have to be delivered. We can carry the office supplies ourselves, so lets get that last sow e don't have to cart it around in the furniture store."