call_me_chas (call_me_chas) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-02-07 11:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | chas, sybil |
Gallery, Sunday morning, Charlie OTA
Leena had a stinking cold and the previous afternoon had called Charlie to warn him she wouldn't be in to work on Sunday, so he had cut his visit to the lakehouse short.
Pleasure shouldn't get in the way of business and he felt that the other artist/owners couldn't really be called on at short notice. They were proper artists after all.
So he opened the gallery and sat in the spinny chair at the desk browsing the net and finding something that made him snort, made him thoughtful and ultimately made him sigh.
He picked up a pen and began to scribble on the back of an invoice - a sweep of hair, a strong jaw, a smirk and a dimple. That combination always made him feel better.