Eve stands outside a dingy looking shop, holding her resume in her hands as she takes a deep breath. Her light chestnut hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail that reaches down to her black tank top and red leather jacket. She slightly adjusts her black jeans while eyeing the help wanted sign in the window, finally building up the courage as she opens the door.
The interior is a striking opposite to the shop's exterior. Shelves covered in lovingly crafted textiles, with different crystals displayed atop them. Deeper toward the back, the crystals change into jars filled with different plants that Eve can't quite place.
Behind the counter, a black haired woman wearing an exaggeratedly pointed witches hat, is leaning up against the dark oak wood. While her dress looked more like a replica of Morticia Addams dress, something not meant to be practically worn on the day to day. The most notable detail of all was a scar that runs up against a scarlet eyepatch covering her left eye.
Eve looks around curiously, walking through the store slowly as she marvels at the different items on display. After a few minutes of looking she walks up to the woman behind the counter, anxiously looking towards the counter to avoid eye contact. "Um hello... I'm here about the job opening. I brought my resume too if you need it." Eve slowly places her slightly jumbled resume on the counter, still too nervous to make eye contact.
"Well then I only have one question." The woman speaks in a surprisingly casual tone for someone who dresses so extravagantly. "How do you feel about cats?" She slowly picks the jumbled resume up, sliding it behind the counter without even looking at it. Eyes remaining locked on Eve the whole time. "My name is Windy by the way, it's nice to meet you."
"Oh um... My name is Eve, and I love cats! It's nice to meet you Windy." Eve finally looks into Windy's eyes, the question making her feel far less nervous. "I've had a lot of cats in my life, I think they are just adorable."
"Yeah... I used to have a cat." Windy smiles, tapping her eyepatch. Allowing Eve to notice a barely visible stitching that makes the patch look like a cat's eye. "But I swore off keeping them, after my last one clawed my eye out by accident. I've been looking into getting a dog recently actually, do you have any type you like?"
"Oh I love huskies and golden retrievers, I'm so sorry about the cat though. A lot of stray's can be quite a handful." Eve smiles weakly, eyeing the stitching curiously. "That is an amazing eye patch though, I actually love your whole outfit. It really matches with your shop here."
"Eh it's all glitz because people assume real magic needs to look spooooooky~" Windy wiggles her fingers at Eve as she starts to slide out from behind the counter. "But it's not a big deal, she was getting old, and she couldn't see as well as she used to. One night she thought I was an intruder, I was down an eye and a cat after that night."
"I'm so sorry to hear that, pets getting old can always cause problems." Eve smiles sadly before turning back to the store. "Well you match the theme of magic perfectly, you even have the strange plants in the back too. And the pitch about magic being real helps sell it really well."
"Oh magic is
very
real, that's why I've been looking for an assistant." Windy walks over to a shelf cluttered with jars, each filled with purple flower petals and honeysuckle. "Here this will act as a good example, I call it a memory mixer." She pulls a smaller jar off of the shelf, holding it out to Eve. "Just open it up."
Eve slowly takes the jar and looks at it, eyeing the insides carefully. "Alright..." She slowly opens the jar, popping the lid off and looking inside. "What exactly does it do?"
"When opened it places your mind into a temporary recreation of whatever memory you try to focus on. The longer back in time the bigger the spell, this jar can maybe go back a month or two." Windy grins as she watches Eve fiddle with the jar, a coy smile resting on her lips.
Once the jar is opened Eve is suddenly looking out over the ocean, the sun just setting after a long day of driving. She had just moved into the city after all and wanted to see the hype about the sights. Her vision is fixated on the sun for a few minutes till the memory fades, her eyes blinking slowly as she comes back to the shop with Windy. "Wow... I... I have no idea what just happened..." Eve slowly sputters out, looking up at Windy confused.
"I make that mix to help people cope with traumatic memories, it's mostly meant for therapy... though some people use it just to relive things they found fun." Windy chuckles, plucking the jar out of Eve's hands and showing off that everything inside has turned to ash. "This would normally cost about 80$."
Eve's eyes go wide at the price. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, I don't think I can afford that. I only moved here recently and this is my first job interview." Eve starts to ramble, apologizing over and over again as the jar is taken from her. "I can certainly understand the therapy uses though."
"No it's fine, you're already hired if you want the job, so I need you to
believe
that you're working with magic else you'd just end up getting in the way." Windy grins as she turns the jar down while she walks by a trash can, dumping the ashy contents. She then places the jar back on the table, pulling the label off so she can reuse it. "In fact you can help me with replacing it."
Eve bounces up and down happily for a moment before smiling wide. "Oh my god thank you! I will happily take the job and help you replace it. I certainly believe it's magic now." She says as she follows close behind Windy, still bouncing excitedly.
"Great, because I've been kinda dying for someone to help me with my spells!" Windy gently drums on the counter, before nodding to the door to the back room. "I've got everything we need to get started right back there."
