She had felt a rough calloused hand on hers and jumped out of the way of the door.
Azalea looked at the hand that had touched hers, then her eyes moved following the wrist to his face.
It was a young man, with a baby face who had a head of silky dark hair. His hair well-trimmed framed his face well, offering a balancing contrast to his pale-yellow eyes, which resembled the leaves of an elm tree in autumn.
Realizing her mistake of staring, she took a deep breath and moved closer to the door.
Not wanting to seem rude or disrespectful, she bowed to the young man in front of her.
She quickly grabbed the knob turning it to open the door for the both of them, allowing it to slam against the wall startling the young man.
The door moved so fast the man thought he had seen mirage of a person, he only knew what not because of the slam of the door startling him out of his thoughts.
He had seen a figure, blurred out of recognition, a person. He couldn't feel anything from them. If they were human or a monster, which caused some unease.
Opening her hands and pointing for the man to enter the room, "After you, Sir."
The figure spoke, which didn't mean a lot, but it gave him some more clues. A girl? The voice sounded feminine. He continued to think in his head.
Azalea kept her hands up pointing for him to enter, waiting for something, anything, a response of some sort. It furthered the awkwardness of the scenario, leaving both parties confused as to what to do next.
The young man made a confused face, it was left unspoken for whether it was of the situation, her actions, or who she was.
He looked like he was fighting an internal struggle, trying to not say something smart back at her.
"I see," the young man keeping his cool made an abrupt turn and entered the dimly lit office.
Hurriedly following him into the room, Azalea entered the room and quickly closed the door behind her in a swift manner.
In a boisterous noise that came from behind her as she was facing the door, "You back already, Lil' Art? It doesn't feel like it was that long ago since you left."
She was startled and moved to speaker to Repairer Chandu, "I..I ran into an issue on the way home."
Chandu felt like there was a deeper meaning within her words but was unwilling to continue with guests present.
The young man cleared his throat sensing the discomfort in the air, "I got the vibe that my weapon was ready for pickup."
"Ah yes, you have the sword. 61 cm long with a beautiful hilt and a guard shaped like a leaf, am I correct?"
After taking in a deep breath, the young man ruffled his silky dark colored hair, while shaking his head in disbelief. His once calm face giving way to a tangled emotion not quite disappointment but also not quite acceptance.
"I always take my sword here for repairs, but you only remember me for my sword and not me. I am an S-Class hunter for crying out loud!"
Looking Repairer Chandu in the eyes, " My name is Marcus Elm. My mom made get a leafy sword because of my last name."
The young man was extremely frazzled at this point, so Azalea stepped in to stop the interaction between the two of them.
"Mr. Elm why don't you go pay for your repairs while I go fetch your sword for you. Chandu, can you handle the payment while I grab his sword?"
Azalea turned away from the two not bothering to listen to anything that was said and tried not limp as much while moving toward the back wall to open the workshop.
After she had entered the workshop, Marcus turned to Chandu, "Who is she? I don't remember seeing her last time, she is kind of hard to see to begin with. Has she always been here?"
A big hand was held up to his face, Marcus paused in thought as his face was covered by the hand threatening to crush his skull if he asked anymore.
"Before you say another word, that is my apprentice, and she is not as strong as you. I respect you, but I like my apprentice more, she has bigger guts where it counts."
Azalea walked around the different display shelves looking for a sword with leaves. If it was described so specifically it must have been easy to spot. Using her eyes to scan quickly she caught sight of a dull sword with metallic leaves.
Grabbing the sword from the bottom display case, she slowly carried it over to its owner, trying not to trip as her balance was slowly worsening again, only to be caught off guard by the scene before her.
"... don't have big guts, what's so special about her?"
Marcus and Chandu were arguing over a woman it looks like, but she couldn't figure out who.
"Ah, Lil' Art," Chandu smiled a big but off-putting smile, "Give him his sword and kick him out."
Chandu picked up the bag on the table she assumed was the payment and went back into his workshop without looking back.
"E-excuse me Mr. Elm, I have your sword here. Do you need anything else?"
She tried to fasten her pace towards him only to trip and fall face first to the floor.
After embarrassing herself to the extreme she managed to push herself up with her arms wincing as her weight shifted on her ankle. Quickly reaching over to grab the sword, she handed it over to Marcus' outstretched hand.
"I am so sorry, here is your sword."
Feeling slightly offended of the girl for giving him his sword when he had offered her his hand to help her up.
Tucking his sword back into the scabbard and reached and hand back out to her, "Um, uh...Are you okay?"