It hadn’t been Corsetta’s idea to apply for the job at Noble Michel nor had she thought she would actually get it, it had been all Katie’s doing. Katie and her pushing, Katie and her worrying. Katie and her gently trying to help Corsetta, and while she was still very uncomfortable in her new surroundings, particularly the large amount of people that actually lived here, she couldn’t lie that she hated the job or even disliked it.
The library was massive, expansive even, and she adored it. Adored being able to touch the books and care for them. Didn’t mind straightening them and refiling ones that needed to be such, didn’t mind the heights of using the latter. Books she could handle, heights too even, it was just the people that had her folding in on herself.
As if by some luck though most of the other staff seemed to ignore her, she stayed out of her way, and attempted the best she could when needed at conversation, even if her voice still came out far too quiet and her stutter impaired her speech, as fingers dug into her arm.
Zain made his way to the library to meet with the new librarian. He was sorry he had not done so sooner but his schedule had kept him unusually busy. While technically he was in charge of the palace staff a few members including the librarian and the chef were considered specialists and worked more or less independently. The librarian in particular had no reason to discuss anything with the high steward unless there was a problem or if Lord Michael himself required a specific book or information that she might be able to assist with.
“Ah!” Zain exclaimed when he entered the library and saw a young woman working whom he did not recognize. “You must be Ms. Corsetta. I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Zain and I am the high steward of Nobel Michael.”
He concluded his introduction with a warm smile as he held out his hand to the woman.
By all accounts the man had nothing wrong, had not given Corsetta a solid reason to be nervous, to put her on edge the way he had. She very nearly flinched as he spoke, watched him as her shoulders turned in despite her best efforts not to. It wasn’t his fault and she knew it, the man was being nice, was being polite, and yet he expected her to talk to interact to, to touch him and it made her nervous pushed her out of her comfort level.
She parted her lips to speak, swallowed and then did it again, the slightest smile turning up uncomfortable on her lips as she looked at his hand reaching out hesitantly and trying to prevent her hand from shaking. “H-hello... i-it’s nice to meet you.” She replied quietly.