The young woman looked vaguely familiar, although her accent stood out as a foreign note; Tess might have seen her about town, then, but she didn’t know her.
Regardless, her shoulders relaxed a fraction about the slightly incendiary pamphlet she’d brought down with her. (Certainly not all women were born suffragists, but working women were usually more sympathetic than most, and even if they didn’t agree with anti-traditionalists, they were more likely to forgive it than some of their male customers. So it was probably not the end of the world if she could crane her neck enough to read it sidelong on the counter.)
So for now her interest was entirely piqued by the other papers – the job before her. “Oh, potions?” Tess asked, glancing from the advertising ideas to the young woman. “Is it yours?” she asked, interested, of the business.
Regardless, her shoulders relaxed a fraction about the slightly incendiary pamphlet she’d brought down with her. (Certainly not all women were born suffragists, but working women were usually more sympathetic than most, and even if they didn’t agree with anti-traditionalists, they were more likely to forgive it than some of their male customers. So it was probably not the end of the world if she could crane her neck enough to read it sidelong on the counter.)
So for now her interest was entirely piqued by the other papers – the job before her. “Oh, potions?” Tess asked, glancing from the advertising ideas to the young woman. “Is it yours?” she asked, interested, of the business.
