"Oh don't erase it." There was a hint of gentle chiding on her voice as Chuck observed the angry erasing. From whatshername could see from the rest ofthe scattered drawings it seemed like he had talent. It would be a tragedy (even a small one) to let it toto waste.
Stepping closer she piked up one of the sketches. Chuck had always had a soft-spot for those who had skills in areas she did not. There was a balance to it. A person couldn't be good at everything even though that would be nice. "I like these. And I am guessing that what you're erasing was just as good."
"It wasn't," he insisted, though he'd stopped the furious erasing, his cheeks coloring just slightly as he put the pencil down.
"I'm just... I think it's one of those days, you know? Everything kind of looks like shit," he admitted with a cough of laughter, then, offering a smile, he leaned forward to push out a chair for her and said, "Sorry. Do you, uh-- Do you want to sit?"
Setting the paper back down, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles out of the edges, she smiled as she nodded slightly. "I understand that. Sometimes you wake up and nothing really feels right."
It wasn't very often that Charlotte Charles had days like that, but she wasn't beyond having them at all. It was one of those things that she was certain happened to everyone at some point. With a brief hesitation as she considered where she was and where ought to be, she nodded again before pulling back the chair further and sitting down. "Thank you and I meant what I said before, these are nice."
The girl named Chuck had plenty of experience having faith inthose who might not have faith in themselves. Some were simply too anxious or stubborn to see the good in themselves. She might not know the rhyme or reason for this young man but she didn't think it mattered much. This was another type of emotional heimlich.
"Oh," she said with another nod. "I understand. I'm usually in the kitchen but I thought that I would stop in and say hello to people here today. So hello and I hope the change of scenery works for you. It might just need a good kick."
"I've eaten during your shift. You're a great cook," he said, and he wasn't changing the subject, intentionally, but it made him more comfortable to steer the conversation away from his designs.
"I'm Tom, by the way," he said, leaning forward to offer his hand. "I don't think we've really met."
It was easier to cook for a large group of people who did not need to have their psychiatric medications slipped into their food. Nor did they need to have the majority of their meals be cheesed based. Charlotte Charles could appreciate that flexibility.
Stepping closer she piked up one of the sketches. Chuck had always had a soft-spot for those who had skills in areas she did not. There was a balance to it. A person couldn't be good at everything even though that would be nice. "I like these. And I am guessing that what you're erasing was just as good."
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"I'm just... I think it's one of those days, you know? Everything kind of looks like shit," he admitted with a cough of laughter, then, offering a smile, he leaned forward to push out a chair for her and said, "Sorry. Do you, uh-- Do you want to sit?"
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It wasn't very often that Charlotte Charles had days like that, but she wasn't beyond having them at all. It was one of those things that she was certain happened to everyone at some point. With a brief hesitation as she considered where she was and where ought to be, she nodded again before pulling back the chair further and sitting down. "Thank you and I meant what I said before, these are nice."
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"I usually don't work here, but I thought maybe a change of scenery... I don't know."
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"Oh," she said with another nod. "I understand. I'm usually in the kitchen but I thought that I would stop in and say hello to people here today. So hello and I hope the change of scenery works for you. It might just need a good kick."
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"I'm Tom, by the way," he said, leaning forward to offer his hand. "I don't think we've really met."
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It was easier to cook for a large group of people who did not need to have their psychiatric medications slipped into their food. Nor did they need to have the majority of their meals be cheesed based. Charlotte Charles could appreciate that flexibility.
"Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Chuck."
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