Forgot? Vishnal’s smile flickered for a moment Was he so easily forgettable? Was he more of a backdrop on a scene than anything else? Well, no matter - he was an employee, he reminded himself, not a friend, and it’d be good of him to remember that.
“Yes, Miss Bianca, of course,” he said as he came inside. He’d brought a bag, of course, and he opened it, sifting through it to find Bianca’s preferred brand of shoe polish as well as a new rag, so as to make sure that the polish that Miss Luna preferred didn’t have any kind of cross-contamination with hers. He came to the edge of her closet, then paused, seeing the wide assortment of high heels so delicately displayed. There were…ah, quite a few choices there. Which did she mean?
Rather than assume he knew better, he came down on his knees and decided to polish all of them.
“I love your taste in fashion,” Vishnal said brightly as he started on the first of many shoes. “I hope that someday I might have a flair for color like you! Though I, ah, already know I’ll never be able to master it like you have. You have a natural gift. I admire you so.” He looked up at her with a smile, then frowned slowly - something about her face reminded him of his younger sisters. “Have…you had a nice day, Miss Bianca?”
•。 ღ Bianca held a silky smooth tissue between her eyelashes and blinked repeatedly, for any moisture to reach into contact with the mascara would certainly be imminent for a beauty disaster. Thankfully, her eyelashes remained as glossy glamorous as ever, and her friend -- rather, her servant -- was completely oblivious and dedicating his attention to her wide array of high heels, just like one in servitude should. Tch. And to believe that the dastardly word ‘friend’ almost reigned in entitlement regarding her feelings towards the young boy -- that was to say, it was a working relationship. Besides, if she never had any friends prior to her arrival to the Harvest Academy, then why would she start now? She didn’t attend this prestigious school to make friends, she came here to win -- exactly what that entailed, she was still in the process of learning.
She practiced her smile in the mirror, though the reflection of her curved lips was a blatant lie, and turned in the comfort of her seat to face the boy as he showered her with compliments -- to potentially receive a tip or bonus, of course. “When you are in high society, you learn the best from the best. Not that I expect you to understand; granted, your work is adequate in terms of being the shoe shiner.” Before she could refocus her attention to pampering her face into perfection with the help of cosmetics, she raised her brow towards the unanticipated frown on his face. “... What?” The young girl asked, hardly listening to his question as she abruptly faced away. “Anyways, after you are finished with the shoes, then you can check my wardrobe to ensure that it is organized and clean. You are able to do that, right Vishnal?”