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She really should have known better. Hunching deeper into her coat, Amelia smiled and thanked the librarian despite her heart sinking. It was too much to hope that there might be a position available, even a part time or temporary position. It was just another hit on a list of several attempt's she had made today, her feet stinging as if she had been dancing on pins and needles all morning from both cold and shoes that were too worn out to be comfortable.

“Another bites the dust,” she muttered bitterly, turning from the desk to see if any computers were open. Even Amelia wasn't sure if she meant the words in resentment or if a random song had popped in her mind to distract her from her frustration.

Seeing a couple monitors available, the young woman signed her name on the check in sheet and sat down between two others. The lamenting from the woman on her left caught her attention, causing Amelia to smile sympathetically as she logged into the computer.

“That makes two of us.”

"Mhmm." Amelia nodded, looking over her inbox with a thin thread of hope that something might pop up. Regardless of which off-season it was, it was hard to say. She really didn't feel like pushing to find out, either. The woman beside her seemed to understand the importance of the hunt, though, and was leaving her in peace for her own work. It was...pleasant. Nevermind that jobs were difficult to come by on any day.

So far, she had nothing. There was no notice on her email, nor had there been any calls.

"Probably just better off hoofing it, anyway," she muttered in dismay.

Amelia turned her face towards the woman beside her, tilting it lightly as she considered the question with a raised brow. Tucking her hair behind her ear so she could see the stranger properly, she the homeless woman shook her head.

"It's all right. I can't say that I have, though.. Would they even hire anyone now?" She frowned, considering the thought. It was winter, hardly a warm and profitable season. Most places cut down on their staff during the downtime as much as possible. Would there really be a chance? Not to mention this woman was a stranger, trying to help her for no reason that she would claim. What was the catch?

Then again, Amelia desperately needed a job, so how could she not at least investigate the option?

Amelia really couldn't see a reason for the woman wanting to help her out for the fun of it, so it made more sense when she mentioned referencing her. Perhaps there was an at-work benefit for doing so? The only way to know was to find out for herself. It wasn't impossible that this woman wanted to help for the sake of doing so, just strange that she would go so far for a stranger.

"I see. Thank you." Her smile was polite as she turned off her email, tired of seeing junk mail and warnings for bills that were waiting for her once she had income - if they would bother waiting at all.

"I'll have to check it out, then." A faint smile touched her face, sprinkled with tied humor. "Can't hurt to try, right?"

Amelia nodded and took the slip of paper, skimming its contents and glad to find a name as well as the contact information. The last thing she wanted was to blow a chance by not knowing the other woman's name of all things.

"Alright. Thank you, Randi." Slipping the paper into her pocket for now, the brunette nodded. "My name's Amelia, in case they ask." She started to open a word processor when her new helper asked another question, revealing a resume that seemed to be disagreeing with her.

"A few." Amelia shook her head, remembering how dismal her own resumes sounded when she made them. They do more harm than good after a while."

Amelia chuckled quietly, the sound lacking in humor, but not empathy. "Something like that." She could say the same for some of her own applications, and not just for work. People tended not to be thrilled with a prospective employee when they saw you were still living in a shelter. Hopefully, that would change soon.

Hopefully. Amelia fully blamed that little slip of a thought on her spirit friend lurking in her dreams. Not so long ago, she wouldn't have bothered because there would have been no point. Her thoughts would run in endless circles, scripting out her failures with so much depth and precision that she would believe them before she would ever start. She'd come to believe that she would never be good enough for anything, but lately it was as if she could finally see stars sprinkled across and endless night sky: present, but still needing to reach for them.

"I should probably check this out," she decided with a nod, logging out of the computer as she did so. She offered the other woman a polite smile, hoping this would turn out well. "Thanks, Randi."

Amelia raised a brow at Randi's comment, wondering how in the world the woman reached the conclusion that she needed help with a place to stay. She didn't think she'd been giving off any particular hints about her life that way, but she supposed anything was possible. She wasn't exactly the most adept and interacting with others.

Food, however, was something she knew and appreciated. The only problem was that accepting Randi's offer would put Amelia in debt to her, especially if she got the job that had been mentioned. At least lunch was easier to pay back, but planning for the future when you struggled with the now was pointless.

"Sure. Where at?" She paused, realizing what she'd said with a frown. Of course she didn't have money to pay for food somewhere. Still frowning, Amelia turned and rummaged through her coat pocket, making a face when nothing appeared.

"Maybe some other time? I left my wallet back at my place."