Steady nerves were a requirement of her occupation, as a sudden jerking movement had the potential to destroy a priceless artifact. The singular time she jumped while on a dig had resulted in her falling through the roof of a makeshift house. A significant find to be sure, but the thunderous crash of her body had caused several pottery pieces to be ruined. Her boss took the event in stride, even threw a few words of praise in her direction for having discovered the lodging. However, three years later Jo could still feel the sharp sting of embarrassment and disappointment in the wreckage she caused.

A man's voice behind her startled her into abruptly turning to face him, causing her to collide with one of the tall vases in the process. The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the otherwise quiet shop. Its broken pieces didn't look like an expensive piece of work, but Mars was still likely to be angry with her. The vase had to have some sort of historic value to reside in an antique shop, after all.

Apparently, her steadiness existed only in South America.

"Forgive me, you startled me." She said quickly, as she stepped around the shards to stand closer (though, not inappropriately so) to the man. "Welcome to Heavenly Antiques! How can I help you?" Jo's smile made her lack of retail experience painfully obvious. No one was that happy to engage with a customer after the destruction of a vase (which she was ignoring with the hope to fix once he left).

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