A better way to live {Hazbin hotel fanfiction}

I sat on the back stairs of the tailors shop, eating my lung-LUNCH. 
I said lunch. 
I thought about yesterday. 
Why had that guy been... sorta cute? 
I sighed and leaned back on the steps. 
He had kind of looked like he hadn't known what to do with me. 
Which, made sense... 
I expected most would have just left, not got onto hands and knees to help him. 
But, I was never afraid to help, even if I had to kneel on the ground. 
Little dirt never hurt anyone. 
Plus, I ran into him. 
It wasn't his fault, why blame him? 
   "ROSIE! BACK INSIDE!" Mom screamed from the front desk. 
I sighed and got to my feet coming inside. 
  "Yes mother?" 
My mother, at her 48 years of age, was still a slave driver. 
  "Here, we need a new summer seller, the last one was bought out, I know you will think of something beautiful." she handed me ten rolls of fabric and kissed my cheek, walking to the back. "PATRIC! YOUR DAUGHTER IS DOING ALL THE WORK OUT HERE! Come..." 
Her voice faded and I was left by myself, not even being able to see over the stack of fabric. 
An hour later, I had a basic I idea of what I was going to do. 
I took a pin from my teeth and pinned a red piece of silk for the hem of the dress, standing back to  admire it. 
Something more... 
I reached for the fake roses and pulled them apart, I grabbed a plain summer hat and the glue. 
This was my specialty. 
I decorated the plain hat with roses, Ferns, And I topped it all off with one black feather. 
I put the hat on the the manikin, standing back. 
  "Beautiful work." 
I screamed, jumping. 
Whipping around, I found a tall figure with a flashy smile. 
I took a mini step back, clasping my hands behind my back. "Oh! Um, hello." 
Alastor's eyes flashed with recognition. "Oh my dear! I didn't realize you worked here." 
I just nodded slowly. "Yup..."  
He turned back to the manikin. "Well I can see you have at least some skill." 
I blushed in spite of myself. "U-uh thank you sir." 
What was he doing to me? 
I never acted like this! 
NEVER. 
Alastor turned back to me, his hands folded behind his back. "Well, I do need some help actually." 
I pulled the pins out of my teeth and stuck them in the cushion on my wrist. "What might I be able to help you with sir?" 
He smiled, pulling a jacket off his arm. "Just a jacket restored, nothing more." 
I took the jacket from him. "Well, um I'll have that back to you by," I stopped and counted in my head. "Friday." 
Alastor spun on his heel. "Excellent!" 
  "Wait!" I called. 
He glanced over his shoulder. "Yes?" 
I looked at my shoes. 
Why had I called him?! 
  "I never got your full name." I said. 
His flashy smile came back and he bowed. "Alastor Altruist at your service." 
Fuck. 
Alastor Altruist
How hadn't I put that together?
He was rich.
He was famous.
He was handsome and charming.
How couldn't you like him? 
Basically he was every woman's dream. 
Never me, I had never seen him. 
Never knew what the hipe was about... 
Well, now I knew. 
Alastor waved to me. "Hello? My dear, are you still in there?" 
I snapped out of it. "What? Oh yes, um nice to meet you sir-er again. 
He folded his hands again. "Well then, I should be off."
Alastor bowed again, tipping his hat to me. "Till we meet again."  
And he spun around and left. 
I hadn't realized how hard I was clutching the jacket until my hands went numb. 
I looked at my hands and went three shades of red. 
WHY WAS HE THAT GOOD LOOKING?! 
  "Rosie!" Mother called. 
I spun around, trying to hide my face behind another piece of cloth. "Y-yes?" 
Mother noticed the difference right away. "Rosie? What happened? Who was that?" 
I swallowed. "O-oh just Mr Altruist." 
Mom's face glowed with a wide grin. "Mr Altruist you say?" 
Shoving the fabric out of my face I pointed a finger at her. "Oh not like that! Your going crazy with old age! I swear it!" 
Mother died cackling. "Hey! I'm just sayin! If your father was half that good looking I would have married him twice as fast." 
I glared. "Mother." 
She threw her hands in the air in a mock surrender. "Okay okay okay! I was only saying." 
Dad poked his head out of the back room. "What's goin on?" 
Mother straightened. "Nothing Patric, we were just dealing with a customer." 
He shook his head. "Is that damn boy back again?" 
I sighed shaking my head. "No father, didn't you hear the news? My fiance is dead." 
Father's eyes went wide. "Since when?!" 
I faked sadness. "Last night." 
You see, That little BASTARD, had tricked both my parents into thinking that he was... a good person. Lets say, I didn't wear any short sleeves anymore because of him. 
Stupid marriage expectations. 
BUT!
Now he was dead. 
Suddenly, just... murdered. 
In the middle of the night. 
Mysteriously. 
Everyone was sobbing over it, but me? I was joyous, and felt like going on a picnic.
Maybe that's what I would do tomorrow afternoon on break...
I set to work on the jacket Alastor had given me. 
Was it appropriate to call him by his first name? 
I didn't know. 
It seemed like I had a little connection to him, that maybe no one else did... 
That was all probably in my head but it was still fun to think about. 
I was washing it when I felt something maybe rougher in the fabric. 
Probably a stain. 
I pulled the jacket out of the water, searching for the dirt spot. 
I finally found it. 
But.... It wasn't dirt. 
It was blood. 

Sorry for the short chapter, I'm working on the second!