“My name is Geordie.”
“Yes, sir . . . Geordie.” Lizzie wiped the table around the area where Geordie held his glass.
“Would you like to sit down?”
Lizzie stopped wiping. “I have to be in the kitchen for five o’clock tomorrow morning, so I need to, uh . . . I need to go to my bed.”
“If I arrange for you to start work at seven o’clock, would you chat with me tomorrow night? I’d like to know you better. And I could tell you about my voyages.” Geordie flashed another smile.
Lizzie glanced at Matt, who had stopped sweeping the floor and was watching her. He shook his head. Her aunt already told her that she was not to associate with the customers.
But Geordie was so handsome and had such a nice smile. And he was important. Surely, she shouldn’t offend him by refusing to have a conversation with him. And they would be in plain sight, so nothing untoward could possibly happen.
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