[To say she’s nervous would be a massive understatement. Mia doesn’t really… do things like this? Commissions. Her work hardly ever gets noticed, so she’s taken to more conventional ways of making just enough money to scrape by. And even that doesn’t even work out most times. Her art is on the back burner, nothing more than a hobby she partakes in in her downtime. That’s it.
She’s too preoccupied with making herself look somewhat professional for an official work meeting. And that makes her rush to get there on time. A real domino effect. Showing up late would be the worst impression.
Her look is casual as ever, but at least she’s tamed her hair and put the slightest amount of makeup on. Just for funsies.
With her book tucked under her bad arm and bag slung over her shoulder she wanders inside his cafe, instantly enamored with the design of the place, how bustling it seems to be. There’s a lot to work with here already, and she’s opening her book to idly scribble some notes down while trailing behind the hostess.]
You’ve got such a beautiful place. [She isn’t sitting yet, just regards him with a bright smile as she walks in a small circle, pencil moving across the page. The book is open and balanced on her arm, held close enough to her chest so it doesn’t drop.] More than homey I’d say.
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She’s too preoccupied with making herself look somewhat professional for an official work meeting. And that makes her rush to get there on time. A real domino effect. Showing up late would be the worst impression.
Her look is casual as ever, but at least she’s tamed her hair and put the slightest amount of makeup on. Just for funsies.
With her book tucked under her bad arm and bag slung over her shoulder she wanders inside his cafe, instantly enamored with the design of the place, how bustling it seems to be. There’s a lot to work with here already, and she’s opening her book to idly scribble some notes down while trailing behind the hostess.]
You’ve got such a beautiful place. [She isn’t sitting yet, just regards him with a bright smile as she walks in a small circle, pencil moving across the page. The book is open and balanced on her arm, held close enough to her chest so it doesn’t drop.] More than homey I’d say.