The Man and His Assistant (CLOSED)

"Do you like it?", he said shyly, as he sensed her shyness.

"Yes, I love it," she replied, looking at him hesitantly.

He instantly regretted doing her hair in fear would seem to feminine for her. "I um… had sisters.", he lied.

"Oh," she said softly. "Don't they ever visit?"

"No.", he said emotionlessly. He only half-lied, he realized. He did have one sister. But she couldn't ever visit him. Was that were I learned to braid? He was frustrated that he struggled to remember his life.

She could see the conflicting look on his face. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” she added quickly.

"I have some… a lot of memory loss.", he admitted. Maybe I'm the one who doesn't visit people I don't even remember…

"Oh," she said softly. "I… I didn't mean to bring that up…"

"It's fine. You would've figured it out at some point. That's why I have such a great assistant!" Hopefully she wouldn't mind.

She blushed. "Thank you, sir– I mean, Isaac."

"I chose you because I knew how hardworking, kind, and intelligent you are." He rested his head on her shoulder. "I… needed you."

She was a bit shocked, but she rested her head on his. "I'm glad that you chose me," she eventually replied.

"Why? You could assist anybody else. Anybody else would want you." He felt happy when he was with her.

"That's not true," she admitted, a hot blush spreading quickly on her cheeks.

"Of course it is, silly!", he laughed. Why wouldn't she think so?

"Why do you say that?" she asked quietly.

"You're so good at your job!", he said like it was obvious.

"Um, thank you, sir– I mean Isaac," she corrected quickly.

"You can call me whatever you want." Anything…

"What would you like me to call you?"

"Something unprofessional." Sweetheart, honey, baby… she wouldn't do that.

"And that would be…?" she asked openly. She had no idea how to address someone without calling them sir, ma'am, or perhaps miss.

"Whatever your heart tells you to call me.", he said with a smile.

She looked slightly confused. "Um… Isaac. Right?"

He laughed. "If that's what you want to call me."

"I don't know what else to call you," she replied shyly.

"Then I'll teach you what you can call me, sweetheart.", he winked. He was such a flirt.

She blushed and smiled shyly. "Um, okay."

He brushed some stray hair out of her face. "You're so beautiful…"

"I am?" she asked, sound very unsure of the statement.