The hazard with being the new girl was that clients had preferences and if their masseuse wasn't available, they'd rather wait until they were. Some didn't care, and Jaime was getting a lot of those sort of clients ... but it was also a lighter load.
Honestly, she didn't much care. She was getting enough for the hours she was working, and once she was a little more established in town, she'd start the word of mouth advertising about the after hours massages. The ones she did independently, with her own materials, so she wasn't technically violating any part of her contract. Was it the best step ever? No, but it was how she'd started things at home and she didn't see any reason it couldn't work as well here. She charged less than the spa, saw all the profit, and didn't have to report that money to the IRS. Plus, she made house calls, and her massage room was all set up at her house. Win-win.
So it was that she'd been released early from work since she had no later appointments booked. She did know one of the girls was leaving soon - thus the hiring of her - but until then, she'd be short hours. Fine by her. It gave her more time to explore the town. In her explorations, she'd stumbled across a place her dad would've loved, and she'd already sent him a picture of the store front with the name on it. Given the hour, he probably wasn't even on his lunch break yet, but he'd get it eventually.
Stepping inside, she started a perusal of the place in general, trying not to encroach on anyone's space as they browsed. Drifting through the aisle at random, she did almost bump into someone with an armful of books. "Sorry," she said with a slight smile, shifting a little to move around her - but she couldn't help but notice the type of books the person had, and she did giggle, just a little.