Snippet #1862470

Wendy noticed the hesitation to shake her hand and grew suspicious, though equally as expertly keeping a smile on her face. Was she only an assistant? She seemed to be nice though Wendy had seen other girls in the studio grow jealous of her before. At any rate, she figured it was not worth it to say anything to the girl or Chris. Things had their way of working themselves to the surface. "Thank you," was her reply to the complement (or did she detect the hint of spite?) and turned to see Chris pulling on the cloak. She giggled openly, approaching and helping him figure out the buttons. "You look ridiculous," she chuckled.

Unshaken, Chis sported a pose, fists on his hips and chest puffed out. "Who is this Chris you speak of? I am...Captain Fashion!" Wendy folded her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Uh huh," she said. "And I suppose you dare to go where no fashion police has ever been?" Chris grinned and lowered the pose while Wendy went to help undo the cloak. "Seriously, do you think your father will wear it?" Frowning, Chris took off the hat.

"He wears the same stupid thing every year for the firm's masquerade: a business suit and eye mask." Chris shrugged the cloak off his shoulders and began to carefully fold it. "Maybe if he sees this he would be willing to try it out."

"Mmhmm," Wendy hummed doubtfully, watching him move. "Speaking of which; how's your mother doing? It's been ages since I've seen her." Chris set the cloak and hat down on the table and began to unpack the rest of the things.

"She's doing well. She asked me about you the other day, you know. Said she missed seeing you." He turned he head to look at Wendy. "You should stop by and see her, if you got the guts to face the Ogre." Wendy grinned at their nickname for his father.

"I'll have to do that. Say, would you care to join my parents and I for dinner tonight? I've got big news. About Jimmy." Chris raised his eyebrows and Wendy grinned devilishly.

"What? Who's Jimmy?" he questioned, abandoning unpacking and turning to face her. Giggling, she made her way to the door.

"7:00 work? And it was a pleasure meeting you, dear." she called out to Adriella, opening the door.

"Wha...yeah. But..." She closed the door, waving first at Adriella if she was looking her way. Chris stood stupidly and stared at the door, a loss for words. After a moment he shook his head, sighing and returning to unpacking. He glanced over to Adriella and would make a frustrated face at her if their eyes met.