Elliot raised a brow at the comment. Did he mean for her to model them for him? Again, she felt her cheeks redden a bit. The temperature was threatening to rise again, but she, looked down at her now empty glass, closed her eyes, and then put on a devious smile. "We'll see," she told him, "I'll bet Mao would love to do a little catwalk strut." She looked up at the attractive guitarist with teasing eyes.
"It shouldn't take that long really," she told him, "Especially since I'll probably have a lot more free time at night next week." She was already made aware of the curfew she would have during the week. She figured it would pretty much be wake up, go to school, go to work, return to dorms before curfew, and then probably just work on clothing. "I can probably have something for you to look at by next week, if you want."