Bumped into the DeVil

Helping hand

I picked myself up from the hard stairs I fell on and led my look back to the redhead. To my surprise she was gone and left no sign of her or the direction she went to.

I shrugged and wiped my red knees, so they would hurt much less, which obviously didn't work as I wanted it to.

After I calmed myself down once again, my mind reminded me of my first and only task in this room. "Sew something together you dumbass. Don't mess it up already." I breathed in front of me and sighed.

"Let's get this over with." Nodding, I started to glide down the last few steps of the staircase and inspected my surroundings. Having absolutely no idea where the needed fabrics were stored, I came up to a worker, who was sewing a light dress together.

"Excuse me? Could you tell me where the fabrics are?" I questioned and didn't get an answer right away. "I'm new here, which is why it would be quite nice for you to just tell me." I added and stared down at an annoyed man.

"I can tell. Just go around the corners. Fabrics are all around the building. This is a fashion company." His voice sounded dull and not that welcoming.

"Thank you." I answered in a friendlier tone and left the man alone to keep going on the dress. Turning, I glanced at one corner with a small window in the middle of the wall. By deciding that this would be my first try, I moved to finally get my job done.

Almost parallel to me going inside the room, someone wanted to get out and bumped into me. It was the redhead from earlier, who was now glancing at me with a questionable behavior.

"Sorry. You seem to recognize me from anywhere, correct?" I asked instead of apologizing for overseeing her but she didn't do it either. I may have stolen from her before but she definitely didn't come up in my mind like someone familiar.

"No uhm. You just seem to be new. That's why I looked at you like that. You might need a hand." She suggested and gave me a waiting gaze. She was absolutely right about that. I never sew something together. Not even rudimentary.

"Oh, that would be amazingly helpful. Thank you so much." A relieved breath left my body and I immediately felt more welcomed and definitely calmer than before. "But- don't you have to work too?" I asked, while my happiness slightly vanished.

"I do but I'm her favorite. Not to brag about it but it's quite nice sometimes." She grinned and moved her hand as in "It'll be totally fine."

Suddenly, the woman reached for my hand and shook it. "I'm Estella, nice to meet you." She smiled softly, still I had the feeling that I came off somehow familiar to her.

"Y/N." I answered, while glancing into two emerald green eyes. "But please refer to me as Judy here. They kind off made a mistake and now I'm stuck with this name." Her smile widened, until she let out an amused giggle.

"Alright, Judy. Let's get some fabrics together. What did you imagine for your design in your little head?" The female was incredibly sweet and funny at the same time.

"Actually.. I have no idea. For the first time in my life I'm stuck." I explained and watched the woman's reaction.

"Come with me." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to follow her around an other corner, into a room full of paintings. Not about dresses but about so many different daily life situations.

"Take a look around, my dear. If anything brings you to another place in your head, let it. You'll come up with some perfect creations. I'm sure about that." Estella smiled and inspected my mouth for maybe too long.