Scurrying around the shop, I looked on the racks for the name the lady had given me. She seemed to be in a hurry and for some odd reason I couldn't find her name. I could see her irritation grow as I searched. With a sigh I stopped and tried to think where her dresses would be. Most likely she would have came as soon as we called her that they were ready. She seemed like that kinda person. So maybe they were still in the just finished area that hadn't been sorted into the rest of the names. Headed toward the back racks, I found her name and smiled as I returned to the counter. I flashed her a smile and she just continued to scowl at me as I handed her the dresses, "Found them. They were still in the back, since we just called to let you know you could pick them."

Handing me her card I quickly swiped it and handed it back to her as it processed. With the scowl still plastered on her face as if that was only expression that she could properly portray. Soon the receipt had printed out and she signed it with one quick flick of her wrist as she walked out without a word to me. I kept my smile on face till she completely shut the door. My face instantly fell and I stuck my tongue out at her. With a giggle I started to turn around to finish what I had been doing when I was startled by a voice.

"Well wasn't she a bitch," I squeaked as I turned on my heel as a young gentleman was at the counter, leaning against it. He had a shaved head with a very dark look that lingered on his face even though he was smiling at his own words. I quickly put a smile on hoping he didn't see me stick my tongue at the rude woman.

"Oh I'm so sorry, you must have come in while I was looking for her dresses. My apologies how might I assist you today sir?" I returned to my place behind the counter, cept for a foot further away than normal, since he leaned over the counter so far, I didn't wanna be that close to him. He seemed to notice and his smirk seemed to grow.

"Here to pick up some dry cleaning, darling," I was used to being called darling since most of the men called me that when they came in. This was a high end dry cleaner so it was common for people to have great manners. That or they were total dicks like that lady was.

"Oh of course, I should have figured," I gave a small laugh ," Can I get your name please?" His smile faded a bit but the amusement stayed.

"Francis," His eyes watched me as he said his name as if waiting for a reaction from me. Whatever he was waiting for, he was sorely mistaken as I put his name into the system and found his clothing.

"Give me one moment," I turned to step deeper into the cleaners to find his things.

"You are new. Haven't seen you here," He called as he waited for me. Everyone noticed I was new. Was it that odd to get a new girl working at a dry cleaning shop? Perhaps they had more regulars then new customers that they were overly curious of the new staff.

"Yes sir, I started a little over a week ago," I found his things and found that most of the clothes were lab coats. Snagging them quickly, I folded them over my arm as I returned to the front of the store to find the man still in the same position that I had left him in. With a small smile in his direction I walked up to the counter and set down his things and started to ring him up as he looked me over. He wasn't the first and wasn't going to be the last. Though I wasn't flat chested I had enough to garner attention in this tight blouse and slacks that were provided by the owner of the shop.

"So are you a doctor?" I asked as I waited for the cash register to work. Sometime the thing got really wonky and it took a few minutes for it to start working properly again.

"One of sorts," His smirk grew with his words as if he was enjoying a private joke. I couldn't help but giggle at his words. Giggling at anything was something I had learned long ago in customer service. He eyed me a little more as he held out his cash waiting for me to take it. I took it and my hand brushed his. Odd, his hands were offly rough for a doctor's. I opened the cash register and started to get his change. Making quick work, I handed him his bills and he folded it up and put it back in his wallet.

With a sweet smile, "Have a great day, can't wait to take care of you again." He grabbed his things and gave me a head nod with a smirk as he left the store. I smiled to myself, a real smile as I thought of how handsome I thought he looked. He was wearing a wife beater and a pair of loose jeans. I shook my head and laughed at myself and I returned to work. I had stayed cleaned of bad boys my entire life but damn did that guy make me rethink that. Even if he was a doctor, he was bad news that was obvious to anyone with a brain. Though that british accent was almost enough to make it worth the risk.

The rest of my day went without incident. A few people dropped things off, a few picking things up but other then that, nothing out of the ordinary but that man, Francis stood out in my mind. Hard to forget a pretty face.

Finishing the last of my duties I waved my goodbyes to the clerk and changed out of my work uniform before heading out. I now adorned a tank top that was multi-colored with chains along the sides and a pair of comfy but nice jeans. With my things in a backpack that hung from my side, I headed home. I hummed a song that had been stuck in my head all day as I walked in silence. Everyone seemed to be busy today as I passed them.

Getting home I closed the door behind me and dropped my bag. I lived in a small studio apartment that really only fit me. I walked into the kitchen and reached into my fridge and pulled out a monster and popped the top and took a quick swig. A smile adored my lips as I enjoyed the feeling that overcame my body. I headed toward my living room when I noticed my mirror had cracked while I was at work. How odd. My pixie brown hair and green eye looked odd in the shattered reflection. I shrugged it off and headed to my living room where I would watch tv till I fell asleep.

The last few moments before my dreams kidnapped me from reality were on the man that seemed to hold my attention for an unknown reason.

[[Thanks for reading and sorry for how short it is. There isnt' any Ajax x Oc fanfiction so I thought I'd test the water. Let me know what you think and if I should continue with a real plot and chapter.]]