Snippet #1862119

He watched her go with a sad smile, replacing the wallet to his back pocket. He wasn't sure what she thought of him now...or maybe she never thought much of him in the first place. And...why did he seem to care? So many women had come and gone from his life and studio, none really making an impression on him. They were never so rude to him, either. A small voice in the back of his mind demanded an apology from her but, as he began to gather the sketches tossed around the couch, he grew more and more sure that he wasn't going to get it. The stupid drawing that started the whole fiasco glared at him from the top of the papers in his had. Had she lied about liking it to make him feel better? He looked up briefly at where Adriella was working before returning his gaze down at the sketch. A frown crossed his handsome face.

The front door swung open then and a short and busty woman entered carrying an armful of bags. Chris looked up from the drawing and grinned widely, tossing the papers back onto the couch. "Wendy!" he greeted while he hurried over and relieved her of some of the bags. The woman looked grateful and leaned forward to kiss both of Chris' cheeks in greeting.

"Hello, Chris! I had to come by the studio today to show you some things." Chris smiled warmly and led her to the studio table to set the bags down. She was a very pretty girl, about mid-twenties and hipster in the way she dressed. Her brown hair had strands of blonde, blue and purple dyed down the pixie short haircut. Tights hugged her legs underneath the short red sundress which was accessorized by a wide black belt along the waist. She was plump and curvacious, only the slightest bit of overweight. Once the bags were out from her arms she pulled Chris to her for a warm hug.

"I missed you," he said sincerely as they pulled apart from the hug. The weight of the earlier argument fell of his shoulders as Wendy smiled back at him.

"Yeah yeah. I know how much you need me," she giggled, slapping him playfully on the shoulder. "I expected to have to drag you out of bed but here you are! Up AND dressed before 2! What miracle brought this about?" Chris shot a glance over in the direction of Adriella before meeting Wendy's gaze. Wendy looked over to where he had glanced, eyes widening. She mouthed the next sentence: "who is she?" while twitching her head toward Adriella. Chris cleared his throat.

"Wendy, I would like for you to meet Adriella- my new assistant." He placed a hand on Wendy's back and led her over to Adriella. "Adriella, this is Wendy. She's my seamstress."