Strokes of Genius, Monday 29
Jane was getting the hang of it already.
Sketchpad opened on her desk, she had taken her time to open a organize everything her incredibly useful assistants have decided to throw at random places -she was specially suspicious of the blond, grumpy one-; it wasn't a bother to her though, since she liked ordering things. It had been all placed where it belonged -or where she thought it belonged anyway-, and she was enjoying the minutes of silence without customers to try a few sketches. She hadn't drawn a thing so far, but she was getting there. Totally.
Strokes of Genius was open.
Sketchpad opened on her desk, she had taken her time to open a organize everything her incredibly useful assistants have decided to throw at random places -she was specially suspicious of the blond, grumpy one-; it wasn't a bother to her though, since she liked ordering things. It had been all placed where it belonged -or where she thought it belonged anyway-, and she was enjoying the minutes of silence without customers to try a few sketches. She hadn't drawn a thing so far, but she was getting there. Totally.
Strokes of Genius was open.