Angelina never let the compliments go to her head. It didn’t matter how many times she heard them though they always made her dark cheeks flush. She often wondered if there was any real truth to any of it. Beauty was a perception thing but she did wonder sometimes if George (or Fred… or Lee) really did think she was the prettiest of anything. She had a good head on her shoulders though. She tended to be level headed and not get caught up in all of that. If people liked her they liked her. If they didn’t it was there loss.
“Are we talking about a glowing review of the journals or a glowing review of the very fit gingers selling them?” she asked with a wicked grin. She knew he meant journals but that didn’t mean she couldn’t joke back. It was a flirty little joke but it didn’t matter and it was neutral enough that it didn’t touch into the danger zone.
She trailed behind talking to him. She probably should have just let him go back to work but she wasn’t done talking to him. He was busy though. She held her journal in one hand and stood at the door to the store room (though she knew she could have just gone in) if she wanted. ”You don’t need anything before I leave do you?” she asked trying to be careful in how she phrased it. “I could roll up my sleeves and help you shove a couple more loads out if you need it.” She wanted them to be successful and it was her job as a friend to at least offer.