"....Are you serious?" She could see it in his unblinking eyes. He wasn't lying. A job as his assistant? The man was nuts! He had just turned her former boss's nose from a convex surface into a concave one not but a few minutes ago. He offered her money. The greedy little street rat within her hopped for joy. In essence they were both getting what they wanted. Amelia wanted a job and he gave her one. The stranger wanted to treat her to dinner and apparently clothes. She bowed her head looking at her over-sized multi-layered frock and laughed. Other than the occasional glass window and still water buckets, she rarely got to see her own reflection. She would imagine that she looked awful, but looking good didn't keep a girl warm. The word honey made her flinch, but a chuckle quickly followed it. 
"I'll take it!" She grinned looking like a filthy smiling dirt clod.