Kaspar made her way inside of the club, moving just inside the front door and staring around spontaneously. She appeared to be quite nervous and jumpy as she did so. She stood there, rooted to the ground as she held a piece of paper in her hand. It was small and appeared to be an Ad cut out from something.

She was dressed up, a nice brow dress that was casual and refined yet formal at the same time. Flip flops that separated the toes adorned her feet, opposed to the normal leather boots that were donned. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies and her knees began to shake as she looked around for someone who might happen to run the establishment or be employed there. Apply in person? How was she to know who she was looking for?

"I heard that someone was hiring?" she asked with uncertainty. She gazed about in that timid manner, letting her gaze search the room before letting those hazel hues fall upon the woman.

"Is there an employer I might be able to converse with or...?" she trailed off, furrowing neatly plucked brows together.