"Well that went well." Jamie softly yawned as she passed the front window of the pie shop. 'Now if I were goin..' Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "Excuse me, ma'am." She turned around, coming face to face with a young man. "Oh, hi. What's up?" "Have you seen Mr. Todd around?" She shivered as a big gust of wind blew onto her face and through her hair, leaving it a jumbled mess. Well more of a mess. His warm gloved hands were placed in hers. "Oh, Sorry. Mr. Todd is currently in the pie shop with Ms. Lovett. It's cold out today." Jamie softly giggled. "It is. Quite." He nodded. "Oh, terribly sorry. My name is Anthony. Anthony Hope." "My name is Jamie. Nice to meet you." She blinked then lightly smiled, studying his clothes. "You're a sailor aren't you?" He widened his eyes then blinked. "How did you know that?" "Lucky guess I suppose. Not a lot of occupations around here." She shrugged. "True..True. I'll talk with him later then. 'ave to get back to the dock before five. Will I see you again? Jamie was it?" "Yes, course. Nice meeting you." He quickly kissed her on the lips. Jamie blushed. "Bye." The sailor left down the street, leaving the girl in a daze. "Wow. I think that was my first." She quietly coughed and spotted Mr. Todd walking up a flight of stairs. A smile swept across her face. "Duty calls. Let the games begin." She quickly followed behind him.

"What the?" He turned around as the wooden stairs squeaked. "Oh. It's only you." He narrowed his eyes. Jamie quickly nodded with a tiny smile. His eyes glanced over her head. A far too familiar face was spotted across the street. She rose an eyebrow then turned her head, following his eyes. The girl's lips then pressed together. "Follow me." The barber whispered in her right ear before continuing up to the parlor. Jamie stood still for a second. 'Yes. I'm coming.' She shook her head and made her way upstairs as well, closing the door behind her. "Let me see your razors." Mr. T held out his hand.

Jamie closed her eyes half way and dug her right hand in her pocket, taking out the three objects. She handed them over. He picked one up and drew the blade before holding it up to a large window, letting the sunlight reflect off of it. "Where did you get these? Where did you learn the occupants of such?" Jamie gulped at Mr. T's sudden rough voice. "M.." She cleared her throat. "..My father is a barber as well, back in Canterbury. I became interested a few years ago and decided to work beside him in doing so." He looked back at her and smirked, closing the razor and handing it back to her. "Lucky him." The barber took her coat and set it on a stool in the corner of the room. Jamie set her razors on the stool as well.

There was a knock at the door. Both of them turned their heads and the girl properly opened it. "Mr. Todd." The man spoke, paying no attention to Jamie. "Signor Pirelli." The barber whispered. "Please, Call me Davey. Davey Collin's when it's not professional." He pressed his lips as he entered the room. Jamie closed the door behind him. He turned his head and looked her in the eyes. She gulped. "I'd thought I'd come across you again." Davey cleared his throat. "Perhaps I didn't congratulate you properly." The man walked closer. His accent was now English. Jamie smirked. 'I didn't buy that Italian accent for an instant.'

Her nervous eyes glanced at Mr. Todd, motioning him to stay quiet. "Toby hasn't really been helping these days." She sighed and looked to the ground. His hand moved her face to meet his eyes. Jamie shivered a little. "May a little lady replace him." Instead of scowling, the girl calmly sighed. Hating being treated as some prize to be won, she briefly nodded. 'Certainly Mr. Collin. Shall we start now?'

Mr. Todd scowled but continued to stay silent. "Course. But.." She cleared her throat. "..I know, prior psychology, the best way to capture a woman's heart is a smooth face." She lightly smiled. "How about a shave?" "Knowledgeable after all you are. Your word is mine, milady." Davey lightly kissed her right knuckle then kindly smiled back, baring his white teeth. Jamie brought him over to Mr. Todd's chair. The girl helped remove his coat before he sat down. Mr. Todd walked to the back of the room to observe. "A sense of pride shall be brought forth?" "Yes sir. The finest in England." The girl unbuttoned the first three top buttons of Davey's shirt as he lie his head back. "Don't rush." "You can't rush perfection now can you?" The girl whispered. "Sorry?" He rose an eyebrow.

She disgustedly wiped his kiss on her pant leg before picking up a small lather dish off of a dresser. "Honesty is the best policy sir." "I insist. Call me Davey. A little practice shouldn't hurt." She blinked and coated his face. "Practice makes perfect. Wouldn't you agree?" She started to shave, carefully running the blade up his right cheek. "A principle we shall save for the bedroom." Jamie tightly blinked her eyes then aimed the razor up his neck, running the blade below his chin. 'Just as revolting as your so called 'elixir'.'

"Sounds quite charming. Do you fancy a certain color sir?" He soothingly hummed as his eyes closed. "What color are your eyes milady?" She cleared her throat trying to cover up a laugh from her trolling. Mr. Todd looked up at the two, curious. 'She looks a bit like her.' He sighed.

"Brown sir. Chestnut to be exact. As well as my hair." "Ah. Then I insist green. Light. The color of the purity of nature." Upon the last shave, Jamie aimed the blade down his neck. "A wise choice, Davey. It's my third favorite." She sighed and roughly swiped the blade across his trachea. Blood squirted onto her clothes and a little on her face. A few gurgled screams followed. The girl closed her eyes just in time to avoid it getting in her eyes. Just to be safe, she swept the blade across his Adam's apple. The body of the once proud italian collapsed onto the floor. A wicked glare came across her face. "The four pounds, Signor." She whispered.

Not another movement was seen from the corpse. "I'd prefer red. Blood red. Rosso Sangue." The girl smirked and wiped off the razor blade. Mr. Todd rose an eyebrow. "What was that about?" "He was annoying me." He sighed and walked over. "That's not a good enough reason J.." The barber looked over to the body the dropped the sentence. "Jamie.." She softly yawned. "Yes sir?" There was a short pause. "..Thank you." "I.." She blushed as his arms wrapped around her waist. "..All in a day's work?"

"I recognized his face from years ago. I didn't want him to remember mine." He picked up another cloth and damply wet it before turning her to face him. "In other words, you lifted another weight off my shoulders." He smiled and cleaned the thick red liquid off her face. "Oh. Uh, my pleasure Mr. T. Never hurts to stay mentally stable. I just didn't like his attitude." She shrugged. Mr. T dried her face with the another end of the cloth. "That works too. Now I have a shirt you can borrow. Here." He pulled out a spare white t-shirt from a drawer and handed it to her. "Thank you Mr. Todd." "No. Thank you." Jamie quickly turned her body and took off her other shirt, showing her black laced bra. "Sorry."

The barber sighed as he gazed up and down her spine. 'She's so...innocent.' "You're f...It's fine." The girl put on the shirt then her coat to hide it's length at her waist. Mr. T picked up Pirelli's body and carried it over to a rectangular blue chest. Jamie picked up his blue jacket. "Wait." The brunette hurried over and opened it. Mr. Todd put the jacket back on as if nothing happened. There was a loud slump then he closed the lid. "It fits you well, for a small. Used to fit me. Now doesn't." She giggled and disposed her old shirt in a trash can below the dresser. The door opened once again.

"That lad is drinking me out of house and home." Ms. Lovett sighed the looked at Mr. Todd. "How long till Pirelli gets back?" "He won't be back." He whispered and his eyes looked up at her. She groaned then rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Mr. T, Stop playing games. Where is he?" "Back home where he belongs." Jamie blinked as she felt the barber's hands on her shoulders.

Ms. Lovett looked at the girl then to the chest. She walked over then slowly opened it, quickly shutting it as she gasped. "You twisted girl! Are you insane?" She shouted in a whisper. "I didn't like his sexist actions, let alone his existence." The woman rolled her eyes. "I remembered him from the old days. Wanted odds to stay the same reversed." She sighed. "Well that's a different matter then. For a moment there I thought you two lost your marbles." She cleared her throat, attempting to open the chest again. "All that blood." The baker squinted her eyes. "Poor bugger." She pressed her lips then shrugged. "Oh well. Waste not, want not." Her hand reached for the purple coin purse in a shirt pocket and hid it inside her bra. Jamie smiled.

"It's getting late. Let's pack it in for the night shall we?" "Yes ma'am." Jamie nodded and followed her down the stairs. Mr. T locked the door behind him and walked after the girls. "Nice meeting you both. Shall I return tomorrow Mr. T?" "We have room. This way." The girl shrugged and followed the barber to a small guest room. "Are you sure it's alright?" She tilted her head. "Yes. Positive." "And my approval?" Ms. Lovett stood in the doorway, drumming her fingers on the wall. He groaned. "Whichever fancies you Ms. Lovett." Jamie spoke up, playing with a string on her coat. She heavily sighed as her eyes shut. "Fine. On one condition." "Yes ma'am?" "If by any means I tend to get sick one day, will you guide Toby through the ordeals around the shop? I'll walk ya through everything tomorrow." The girl tilted her head. "Tob?...Oh! Yes of course." "You're keeping the boy? Can't you send him back to where he came from?" Mr. T said bitterly. "He came from a warehouse." Jamie frowned. "Poor thing." "Besides, the more the merrier." The woman clapped. "Oh. And don't try anything fishy in here. The boy is sleeping in the bedroom with me." Her eyes met the girl with a death stare then left to her bedroom.

"I guess so." She shrugged and hung her coat on a hook on the wall. Jamie pulled back a blanket, laying under it before dropping her pants on the floor. Mr. Todd rolled his eyes and knelt beside her, feeling her forehead. Her eyes closed. "Night, Mr. T." She sighed. He left the room and came back dressed in black and white plaid pajamas. "Good night love." His lips lightly kissed her forehead. He then lie next to her, his body taking up one third of the queen-sized mattress. "God you're small." The barber whispered. The bedroom light was turned off.

His hand moved her head under his chin then rested on her stomach. She softly hummed. Her eyes closed. Mr. T softly kissed the top of her head. "Jamie." He whispered. Jamie quietly groaned then shifted her body. "Yeah?" "Thank you." "Huh?" She said through a yawn. "Oh. You're welcome. Night." Her hand was placed on his. "You need to put on more." Mr. T patted her. "What?" Her eyes opened and looked over her shoulder. "What did you say Mr. T?" Jamie turned her body to face him. "I said you're too skinny. You need a few more pounds." She blushed, starting to feel a little uneasy. "Uhh.." The barber quickly rubbed her back. "No no. I didn't mean it that way. I just meant to eat more." The girl sighed in relief. "Oh. Oh..kay." "Alright. Sleep tight love." He closed his eyes again. Jamie rolled her eyes and snuggled closer to him before closing hers.