Vine Square, Afternoon, Gregori, OTA/MW
He'd bought coffee, argued with the builder who was finishing off the store inside, and then had a blinding moment of sheer frustration. He'd forgotten to organise the signage for the front! Having cleaned up the office (again for the third time this morning), he'd given up and headed to the Auberge, but was now sat on the angel statue's base staring at his shop and wondering, how best to sell it to the passers by... the chocolates inside that was, not the actual shop.
On his knees a very new looking pad of blank paper, and some squiggles that might have been ideas for lettering, if you squinted and turned the page a bit upside down or something. No, Gregori couldn't draw, but he made up for that with the beautiful chocolate creations, photos of which were already being blown up into posters and oh ye gods, he'd need letterheads and everything! He groaned and downed half of the new coffee he had bought, then bit into the large sub roll he'd bought from the Auberge... something that fitted in with the location, but was uniquely Rushenko. That was the rub, he'd been so good at being universal and background, but now he needed to stand out, to be noticeable instead. He needed help, and fast.