"A Grand Affair" ~Mieko & SirLavitz~
"Miss Harper!" comes the bellowing voice which stops the young woman in her tracks at the time clock. Mr. Davis was the manager of the department which she worked and whenever anyone was late, it could be heard throughout the entire store she was sure. And he steps up to the younger woman, looking down his nose at her as he adjust his glasses and looks down at his pocket watch. "Five minutes. I trust you have a good excuse."
"Yes Mr. Davis, I realize I'm late." Victoria let's out a sigh. She was late and she knew it. Though it was only by 5 minutes Mr. Davis was a stickler for punctuality. She'd been there now going on two years and in all that time she'd never been late but once before. It had hardly been her fault. The trolley she took had come off it's tracks 3 blocks before her usual stop and she'd had to hoof it the rest of the way. But even that hadn't been a good enough excuse back then. And now her one wasn't any better. "It could hardly be helped. There was an accident between Broadway and Lexington. It held up the entire block and the trolley couldn't get through. It held up everyone."
"Then you should have taken a cab."
"A cab?!" Victoria squeaks indignantly as she looks up to the pencil thin man whose neck she'd like to have taken between both hands to throttle him. And she'd no doubt she'd do it quite well. She was a far sight more solid than he. "And you'd like to tell me how I should afford a cab on my wages?"
"Time Miss Harper." He taps at his watch before slipping it back into his pocket. "Time is tick, tick, ticking away. I suggest you get on the floor before your pay is docked any further." And he turns with an arrogant flip of his head as he leaves the girl shaking the snow from her jacket and mumbling beneath her breath.
"Time is tick tick ticking away." She mocks as she looks out the door after him and sticks out her tongue. "One of these days...just one of these days." What was going to happen one of these days she didn't know but, 'Something will.' And placing her coat away in the employee's locker along with her purse she smooths out her skirt and suit jacket before heading off to the floor. No doubt to deal with any number of annoying customers. How it was she was supposed to automatically know what was the perfect gift for everyone she couldn't fathom but that seemed to be just what everyone expected.
Christmas was usually a joyous time of year but David Lavitz Jr. was having a rough go of it. He had returned from the war, permanently wounded a little over a week ago and was having a hard time reintegrating back into his old life. He had proposed to his girlfriend before going off to war and she had waited for him but he was now a different man. She and his father both told him it would just take time for him to get used to everything again.
He was out, in the snow, looking for a Christmas present for the aforementioned fiancé. He laughed to himself as he entered the department store; it was really going to end up being a present for him. What he had not realized when he started out on his shopping adventure was that there were so many choices for women’s lingerie. He browsed the seemingly impossibly amount of selections before his knee started to ache.
David groaned inwardly, he was still by any measure a young man but he could now hardly walk without his blasted leg paining him. The doctors had told him he was lucky to be able to walk at all but he hated having to rely upon a cane to support his weight. His cane was fashionable though, his fiancé having picked it out for him as a coming home present. It was a sophisticated black with a silver handhold at the top and the tiniest bit of silver at the bottom, it was meant to match the darker colors David favored in his clothing.
He took a seat in a nearby armchair, contemplating his surroundings when he spotted a young woman who worked at the department store. She might be able to help him pick out the desired piece of lingerie that not only he would enjoy but that Catherine might as well. He waved her over to get her attention. “Excuse me miss,” his voice was filled with deep undertones but came out smooth as silk. He stood when she walked over to him as was polite, painfully aware that his knee was protesting the effort. “I was hoping you could help me pick out a gift for my girl. There are too many choices and I haven’t the slightest idea what would be an appropriate pick for her.”
"I could but do I want to?" She mutters under her breath, as she looks back behind her, cleary very annoyed. As a result of her lateness Mr. Davis has shifted her from the jewelry department and down to lingerie. She'd found herself having to watch a one of her co-workers was give her section behing the jewelry counter.
Inside she was seething. 'That bimbo...' She continues to grumble only in her head this time. Mary MacArther was a young woman of just about her age who had been hired at very nearly the same time as she, and while she was away helping elsewhere the girl would often jump in on the first customer to step up to the counter. And as in this particular case as Victoria was being led away to her new position for the day, a customer who had been considering a purchase of a not so inexpensive necklace for his wife...was given over to the other young girl. "A necklace with matching earrings." Victoria continues to mutter. She could only think of the commission she'd lost out on and it was quite vexing indeed.
Then her face turns bright pink as she realizes just how rudely she'd spoken. Never mind that she'd actually replied to his query; In reality she had hardly even noticed he was there as her mind had been preoccupied with just how badly it did seem her day was progressing. Tugging down the edges of her suit jacket, she glances around and breathes a sigh of relief when she does, and realizes Mr. Davis was no where to be seen. If he were it would give him just another excuse to look down his nose at her. And it was a crooked nose at that. "I'm terribly sorry sir. Is there something I can help you with?" Never mind that he's already asked her that.
David quirked an eyebrow at the girl but elected not to say that he had heard the things she had meant to mutter to herself. He offered her his hand sensing she was having a rough day. "I beg your pardon for pulling you from your work Miss. I am Mr. Lavitz, David should you prefer. I'm a bit in a bind with Christmas coming up, I did not return home from the war until very recently. I am looking for a gift for my fiancee and was not aware there were so many choices for the gift that keeps on giving. I was hoping to convince you to help, though I am aware you may not 'want to.'"
He gripped his cane a little tighter as his knee protested the effort of supporting his hulking frame. "You will have to excuse my poor manners but I must sit."
"It's a pleasure Mr. Lavitz,"As she takes his hand and gives it a firm shake, Victoria offers up a smile. One that while meant to be genuine was something slightly less than. It was the sort of expression that came from much practice. The sort of practice one had when dealing with customers when one was not so very much in the mood to.
Stepping back and taking a moment to size him up, 'well tailored clothes, expensive cane, a smart haircut,' she ponders to herself before gesturing with a crooked finger for him to follow, "I'll venture a guess that you're looking for something a bit less practical."
While lingerie wasn't her usual department, as a woman she understood well enough it was a very tricky gift for a man to buy for a woman. Too risque and they might think you thought of them as 'that' sort of woman. Too demure and you found them undesirable.
"I'm not so very sure I'll be a good judge for what your fiancee might like. So you'll have to gtell me if i'm falling off the mark. Though I should assume at least that she'd probably like silk. After all most women do." Though as she runs it through in her head almost everything was made of silk. At least most of the things in the more upscale section of the department were. Then she bites her lip as a thought occurs to her and she turns to smirk at him. "
She glances down at red silk gown hanging on a rack that one of the other girls in the department was showing another customer,"Typical." Victoria remarks quite simply with a roll of her eyes as they pass the rack to the counter. "Every man that walks in here I am sure sets his eyes on that one. What it is about red I don't know." Though she supposed men though it was sexy. Again, so typical to her. Taking him gently but firmly by the arm she looks around to be sure none of the floor manager's were within earshot.
"If you really want to get something out of the ordinary you might consider something like this." Going behind the counter she looks through several of the drawers before finding what she had in mind. Pulling out a peach silk corselet with attached garters and nude colored seamed stockings to go with. "This I think is a bit more..." She tries to think of the word. "Well naughty I suppose. Though in truth, I would guess the red gown would be more suited to her. Though maybe in white. A woman with any sense of modesty would prefer the white to the red. "Another pause as she once more takes in his appearance, no doubt his fiancee was as particular about her appearance as he was. "And likely slippers to match."
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David recognized the half genuine smile she gave him as the one that he had given to his superior officers when he really didn’t want to be talking with them. He found the woman to be intriguing by her attitude alone, it wasn’t rude but simply disinterested. He followed her and obliged when she took hold of his arm. He listened quietly as she rattled off what she though his Catherine would like. Catherine probably wouldn’t want any of it but this was to be a private gift and was more for his enjoyment than hers.
He picked up the corselet and looked it over, quirking an eyebrow in the sales girl’s direction. “What about you Miss? Is this more your taste? The ‘naughty’ lingerie instead the run of the mill male fantasy?” He’s lost his filter while serving in the war and smirked at the risqué talk, it was a nice change from the prim and proper discussions he’d been having with Catherine as of late.
Lately all she wanted to talk about was their wedding and the difference between ivory and eggshell shades of white. Life during the war had been exciting, new and different each and every day. David returned home to discover that his life was, well boring.
“I’ll take it, thank you for the help. Though, I never did get your name Miss, or is it Mrs?”
"It's Miss." She holds her hand back out to him, with a little less reserve than previously, " Victoria Harper. Everyone around here calls me Vicki. Unless of course it's Mr. Davis then it's simply a bellow of Miss Harper." And she does her best imitation of the man, deciding with a smile for her own benefit that she'd sounded quite like him.
Then she leans over the counter to whisper at David, her eyes darting from side to side to be certain no one could hear. "You know there's a shop, not a few blocks from my house which has quite the assortment of exotic lingerie. Of course as a man you might not know just what it is I mean but I'm sure you'd love to see your lady in a pair of French bloomers. Ones that tie in the back." A hint of devilishness appears in her eyes just then. "She might not like them but I am sure you would. f you'd like I get off around five. If you'd be willing to drop me off at home after I could show you the place. You'd never find it on your own I'm sure. It's quite discreetly tucked away." And in doing so, she rationalizes to herself the price of the trolley fare to get home.
On top of which, if she played her cards right she might even manage to get dinner and a couple of beers out of the deal.
David handed her the lingerie black. "Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Harper. I would be most obliged for the help. I'll pick you up at five then," he nodded politely at her before leaving the store, putting his hat on once back outside. He briefly wondered if it was the wisest decision to go to a lingerie shop with a woman he had mildly been flirting with. He shrugged it off as he got into his car, what was life if you didn't take any risks.
He spent the day doing the rest of his Christmas shopping, getting his sister a new designer hat that would match the dress her husband had gotten her for Christmas. He got his father a new pen as he did every year. Catherine would no doubt be wondering where he was but he didn't particularly care. It was freeing to be on his own for the day, driving himself about. Ever since he'd returned home from the war he had been treated differently and he rather liked that Miss Harper had not made one comment about his much pronounced limp.
David returned to the department store promptly at five o'clock, the military having made him a very punctual man. He took his fedora off again when he stepped inside and smiled at the manager who hurried over, assuming by David's tailored double breasted coat and expensive Italian shoes that he would be a customer dropping a pretty penny or two. Judging by the man's voice he was Mr. Davis. "Thank you for the warm welcome, Mr. Davis but I am here simply to pick up a young lady who was very helpful to me today. I shall make sure that I shop exclusively at your store in the future so long as I always deal with Miss Harper. I'm sure you agree that she is just a delight."
Mr. Davis had to think quickly to recover, his shock evident, "Of course, she's my best girl!"
"Yes, well, I must be off now," David said as Victoria approached him. He offered her his arm, "Shall we?"
David escorted her to the car and held the door open for her before getting into the drivers seat. "You'll have to direct me Miss Harper, I haven't a single clue as to where this shop you mentioned is."
"Best girl my foot," Vicky mutters under her breath, only sparing a glance over her shoulder at Mr. Davis she'd taken David's arm and allowed him to escort her from the building. She'd rushed to close her register and hurry back to the employee lockers, grabbing her coat and hastily buttoning it up before pulling on her gloves and donning her hat which looked a bit worse for the wear as theearly morning snow had flattened out it's brim somewhat. No matter which way she went about it, it simply would not turn back up properly she'd finally given up. 'To hell with it,' She thought silently as she made a face in a full length mirror she'd passed on the way through to the front of the store.
In truth she hadn't entirely expected David to show. A man with a fiancee might flirt, and she'd more than once fed into it in effort to increase her sales and put that extra bit of commission in her pocket when selling jewelry. Lingerie was an entirely different matter as there was no commission to be made and the flirtation was entirely unnecessary on her part.
"I have to say," She remarks as she lets him hold the car door open for her and she gets inside, perhaps not as demurely as another woman might have, turning to look at him after as he'd moved around and gotten into the drivers seat and turned the ignition. "I give you high marks for punctuality. I didn't even think you'd show if you want to know." And she gives a nod to the road ahead. "Get us to Queens then I'll direct you from there."
They had a fair amount of a drive ahead of them before she'd need to pay attention, and reaches into her purse, popping out her compact and touching up her makeup while he drove. And she looks at him out of the corner of her eye, the slightest hint of a smirk on her face as she dabs a finger at the lipstick that had smeared on the corner of her lips. "So you got a bum leg now huh? Got that overseas?" Then her smirks becomes a bit more apparently, and the corner of her eyes crinkle up. "Though if you're looking for fancy lingerie for your girl, can't be bothering you too much." And she looks to him with a wink and a sly grin.
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David navigated the car towards Queens, keeping his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel. The military had made him more than a little cautious. He laughed at the mention of his leg, “Yes, well that is courtesy of Mr. Hitler but I do not plan on letting it keep me down. It troubles me from time to time but when there is something I would really like to be doing, I ignore it. As for not showing up, I told you I would be here and here I am. I need no reason other than I gave my word. What kind of gentleman would I be had I stood you up?”
“So Miss Harper, tell me some more about yourself? What has you helping a man you hardly know pick out undergarments for a woman you don’t know it all? Is there no fellow who has caught your fancy?”
David took his eyes off the road for a moment, “Or perhaps you have yet to meet a man who can hold your fancy?” He locked eyes with her, shooting her a mischievous half-grin before turning his attention back to the road.