#I have this deeply engraned image in my head of Kate in a 30s suit lounging on all this fancy furnature like a d*ke

[kate-bishops-waifu]

Dream Violet

A/N: Hi and welcome to the shortest fic I will ever publish. It is currently near 2am and I'm thinking about maid au. Roughly mid to late 30s setting.

With all the gentleness and care of a mouse slipping past a cat the little maid placed her employer's lunch tray upon the coffee table. It was a very fine table, and an even finer tray but you might not know that by the way their owner placed her booted foot upon the tables surface. Really they ressembled more closely those of a laborers footwear, something you might never expect to adorn the feet of a young lady. Certainly not of a young lady who lived in upper Manhattan, with all the fortune and wealth one could dream up.

She lay quite lazily, her head resting upon her hand, pressed comfortably against the plush pillows, one foot tucked up and the other outstretched. The lady wore not a fine dress, no pearls or necklaces, not even an earring, but a dark suit. That of a man's. Most knew her simply as Kate.

Kate struck quite the intriguing figure, and the maid was momentarily entranced. It was difficult not to be. She picked up the coat, which had been discarded without care and went to hang it up, but was startled by Kate's waking.

“Ms. Potts?” She inquired in the form of a yawn.

“Pardon me Ms?” The maid replied.

Kate sat up straighter, turning in her chair to examine the creature who was not in fact her old cook. She wore a face of confusion for a moment before her eyes widened in remembrance. “Sorry, I don't think we've met before?”

“It's Ms-” the maid began to respond, but Kate held up a hand.

“You're first name, please. Mom makes this place too formal.”

“Ophelia then, Ms.”

Kate pouted at this, scrunching her nose in distaste. She sat up a little more and began rolling up her shirtsleeves.

“This is your first day?”

“Yes Ms.” Ophelia attempted a smile.

Kate stood, and started to roll her shirtsleeves down again. She was not petite or particularly ladilike in any way, though her hair was long and in style.

“Please call me Kate. Everyone does.” She stretched a hand out in offering.