Created by the devil

The good he seeks.

Gia twists and turns but can't seem to stay asleep by the way she's laynh uncomfortable in her bed. She looks up and sees the dog laying on her bed. "Aggressive huh?" She smiles. She steps out of bed and looks through the different dresses she layed out the evening prior. A wrap dress that accentuated her curves but is flowy at the bottom, so she could still move around, catches her attention. She then puts on her representative red lipstick, which she wears for independence from social stratification.

She hastily makes her way towards the pub, which is only a street away. She opens the door and sees no one in sight. "Hello?" She speaks out loud as she makes her way further inside. "Well, hello there, miss. Didn't think you would actually show your face here again. But look at that; you're even on time. " The man smiles as he looks at the clock.

"Punctuality is a sacred thing in my family. I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name." She notes. "Micky Gibbs, ma'am. What's your name?" He asks. "Gia." She answers shortly. "Just Gia?" He asks with a raised brow. "Just Gia." She repeats it with a soft smile on her lips.

"Well, Gia, you can hang up your coat and start to refill the barrel. That'll be your first task. We'll see about the rest." He orders and lets Gia do her work. Gia spends less than five minutes on her task and asks again what she can do, surprising Micky. "Huh, well, you can clean the last few glasses from yesterday, and then the first clients will be coming in." He tells her, slightly wonder-struck, about how serious this strange woman is about her job.

As she is cleaning yesterday's cups and glasses, She hears the double doors open and close. Her face changes to one of slight surprise as she sees the man she saw two days earlier on his black horse, come in. This is a so-called terrifying man, who apparently has no soul, looks around. Little does he know that she is not scared of any men or people in general. He stops at the view of her standing behind the bar and makes his way up to come to a stop in front of her. He looks like he was expecting to see Mr. Gibbs. He looks around and takes his cap off, placing it on the only thing that is separating them.

"Who are you?" His eyes stare into hers. Gia isn't normally someone who is easily impressed by anyone, but something in his blue-colored eyes makes her very aware of his presence. "Gia, Would you want something to drink, Mr. Shelby?" She asks, looking back down at what she was doing. "A whiskey." He answers dryly while focusing on finding his friend.

"If you're searching for Micky, he's in the back." She speaks low but understandable as she prepares his whiskey. "Drinking at 8 a.m. is not considered healthy." She says as she turns around to put the whiskey bottle back in its spot and gives him his drink, making once again eye contact.

"I haven't slept, so it's still evening for me. Where are you from? I haven't seen you in here." He asks in a low Birmingham accent as his suspicions about her nature slightly grow. He wonders what would make her so confident to talk to him, as others are scared of even looking at him.

"The big and famous New York. I have been here for a couple of days." She answers him, looking him in the eye at the end of her sentence as she finishes cleaning the last glass.

"And you know who I am?" He questions drinking the last of his drink; he can feel it burning as it makes its way down his gullet. "Don't flatter yourself, people talk. You're asking an awful load of questions, Mr. Shelby." She notes as she puts the glasses away and gives him a tight-lipped smile. She's only been here for a couple of days, and people are already starting to find her suspicious.

He hums and goes to the back of the shop to ask Micky something. That's when she takes a breath she didn't know she needed. He is intense. It's his eyes; his eyes are a calm blue color, but she can feel the fire in them that people talk about. They have the power to make you feel small while showing no emotion.