Office Hours, Saturday
Anyone looking for Steve would find a sign on his door redirecting them to the art classroom, where he'd pinned up some of the pieces the students had done so far, so their guests could see their work. Tony's blobs of color work was even represented, even if his lack of artistic skill did give Steve almost physical pain. How could someone who was so good at drafting a design be so bad at drawing a straight line?
Steve was at his desk with a box of pastries from J,GoB and a fresh pot of coffee, ready to greet anyone who stopped in, and hoping his own guest would stop lurking about the island generally being Buckyesque and stop by at some point, too.
Steve was at his desk with a box of pastries from J,GoB and a fresh pot of coffee, ready to greet anyone who stopped in, and hoping his own guest would stop lurking about the island generally being Buckyesque and stop by at some point, too.