"What was that all about?" Sophie asked Damien curiously.

"Oh same old, same old. Just another city official trying to spy on what I've got planned." Damien rubbed his nose. Not really caring that he just got oil on it. Sophie held back a giggle.

"Why'd she run out angrily?"

"Oh, she did something that pissed me off and I told her to leave." Damien said lazily.

"What doesn't piss you off?" Sophie said, smiling and moving her index finger back and forth.

Damien followed her index finger, and bent it back. He smiled a little daringly. He then pulled it back more. "OUCH!"
It hurt a bit, but Sophie somehow got her finger out of his death grip.

"Whatcha do that for?" Sophie eyeballed a smiling Damien.

"So I wouldn't get really pissed off at you too."

"Thanks for sparing me?" I could of done without my finger throbbing though, Sophie thought.

"Ha-ha. I did spare you." Damien looked back at Sophie again with another look that dared her to try and talk back about it. Sophie decided otherwise.

"So, what are you making down there?"

"Now, is that my servant girl's concern?" He smirked. "It's my invention, and you'll find out when its ready." Damien whipped out his shop towel and hit Sophie with it.
"Now get back to work, servant girl!" Since when do I deserve such treatment?! Sophie thought angrily. She toke the towel and slammed it onto the floor and stormed into the bathroom to try and get the oil off the new dress uniform that was just given to her by Damien previously.
Damien snickered like any boy did when they're messing with a girl they found funny to mess with. Damien went back down to work and shut his door quite loudly so even Sophie could hear it in the upstairs bathroom. 

"Why I outta. That boy is really asking for it!" Sophie sat at the sink trying to get oil off of the white steam apron on her dress. "HE buys THIS dress and he RUINS it the week it was bought!" Sophie frowned fairly deeply. "And good god this oil smells odd!" Sophie was glad her day was almost over anyway, so maybe she could change back into her other clothes? The clothes that didn't smell much better? At least they felt a little more comfortable. Sophie went back into the shop and finished the last hour she was required to be there off with dusting the angel figures in a back book case in the right most corner of the front room of the shop. It had been put on her list of chores to do.
Sophie walked down the stairs and knocked on Damien's door.

"I'm going now!" Sophie exclaimed.

"Oh wait, Sophie." Damien grabbed her hand gently and intertwined her fingers into his gloves. It probably was a mistake, but Damien didn't indicate that. A feeling of shock hit Sophie hard. A boy had never held her hand before like that.
"I talked to my grandfather, he said he'd be more than happy to put you up here until you figured out things with your folks."

"Wait, you told him?" Sophie felt pretty embarrassed to know that the old man Jackson had heard that she was a runaway. Sophie blushed a bit.

"Yes, of course I did, there is no use letting my shop servant live on a park bench with hardly an ounce of food everyday" Damien said sternly. Sophie didn't think Damien actually cared that much.

"This is a surprise to me, but thank you." Sophie shoke Damien's hand. Damien blushed a little too.

"Well, your room is... my parents old one. We kept it the way they had left it."

"I'm honored to be able to stay in it."

"Yeah, we'll its right near my bedroom." Damien stared at Sophie.

"That's good, so if I need anything I can come and bug you!" Sophie smiled.

Damien stare grew intenser. Sophie closed her eyes and smiled ever more largely. Damien took her hand and led her up the stairs almost tripping her.

"Oh, Damien would you be more gentle with me?"

"Well, you're just my servant, so is there a point?" How indebted am I, and why does he think of me as a servant?! Sophie thought.

Sophie hobbled up the stairs because Damien was dragging her and she couldn't figure out another way to walk at the moment. He pushed open a room that looked like it hadn't been open for ten years. The bed was large, and had a brown and black swirled pattern blanket over the top of it. There was a large dresser with a large mirror and makeup on top. There was a closet full of beautiful clothing, Sophie was sure she wasn't allowed to touch. The floor was carpeted with red and white checkers. The windows had black curtains. Sophie wondered why he'd ever let her stay in there. Her, a poor, uneducated girl. 

"This is your room. The bathroom is right down the hall." Damien pushed her into it and shut the door.

"Dinner's at Seven. Be sure to wear something nice." He didn't even let her say thank you, or ask what could she possibly wear since she had been homeless.