Julian did his part, speaking up about some of the pieces here and there. He got more than a few looks when he talked about emotional current and underlay, seeing a depth in the images that wasn't readily apparent. He wanted finer detail in the images, obsessing over small things like the strokes of the chisel or the patterns of clothing and material.
He got the notes he had missed, and sat beside Mel the whole time, not breaking away from his seat in the slight fear that she might vanish again. But at last, the slides were done, the review was over, and he was packing up his notes once again.
"I think we deserve doughnuts after that," he said, giving her a grin. "What do you say, Mel?" Julian tilted his head at her, his amber-hued eyes twinkling. "Or was it Fray?"