Lily Evans (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} just_lily) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
"What am I doing with the daffodils after I buy them?" She prompted. While she assumed the task was somehow related to Mr. Sterling, she'd rather be safe than sorry. Maybe there was a specific vase she should use or a specific place they needed to go, or some other specifics that were simply a given around the office but a mystery to her.
She was a little pleased to discover she'd been correct about the whole drink making thing, and she wondered how badly she was going to screw that up. Men in charge, she reasoned, had a way of simply assuming their thoughts were projected and women were there to bend to their every whim. Lily frowned upon deciding that was probably a little closer to the attitude here than she'd like to consider, but ... well, what were her options, exactly? Learn the ropes and deal with the attitudes, or take her luck out in the wide world that so far hadn't been interested in employing her.
"Are there cues I should keep an ear out for? Like when a bloke says this, he really means that, and I should hop up and do something about it? I imagine they all assume we're psychic, and I'd just as soon have as few misunderstandings as possible." Mostly because she'd likely get assertive over misunderstandings and she couldn't imagine that being much appreciated.
Lily decided she had nothing to say about Selina's description of Don. After all, if you didn't have something nice to say, it was best to simply stay quiet. Besides that, if she got started she wasn't certain she'd stop, regardless of what she might owe him for her position here.