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he nodded, unable to speak. he got up and went to his desk gathering some supples
he nodded, unable to speak. he got up and went to his desk gathering some supples
Nathalie added little details absentmindedly. “What are you doing?”
He held up a hand, a gesture for patience "getting some supplies"
“For what?” she asked, putting the notepad and pen down.
"Your design of course" He grabbed some fabric that resembled the one in the picture and some black lace for the torso area
Is was Nathalie now who was at a loss of words. "You… You don't have to make my design," she stammered.
He glared at her and smiled "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't" he took off his vest, leaving only his button-down shirt and untied his tie
She bit her lip and glanced again at the sketch. It wouldn't hurt anything…
"are you going to help? thought you wanted to be a designer" he said with an encouraging smile
She stood up and walked over with the notepad. "I am a designer," she replied confidently.
He crossed his arm "prove it " he gestured with his hand at the material in front of them "make your design come to life"
She took a deep breath and began to work, the fabric flowing easily in her hands.
(Beep)
(Boop)
(dies)
(nope not dead)
he watched her as she worked, watched as her hands flew expertly over the fabric and pins. watched as she glided over to the mannequin and danced around it, putting pins in and sewing up seams smiling proudly he sat atop his desk. "you should have told me that you loved to design earlier. You work magnificently and so cleanly, heck you could throw me out of business if you continue like this"
Nathalie blushed. She didn't want to tell him that she had applied to be a designer, but had never heard back. "I wouldn't want to do that," she said, which came out slightly muffled considering she had some pins in between her lips.
"maybe not now but you could." he saw as she made expert choices when the piece started coming together "how long have you've been practicing like this?"
"Several…" She paused to focus on a slightly difficult part. "Years."
(Beep)
(Jeep)
He looked down In shame losing his smile "I'm sorry I never took notice of your natural affinity. I would've immediately hired you as a designer instead of a secretary."
“I don’t mind it so much,” she replied, accidentally pricking herself. She made a small noise, but other than that showed no sign of her momentary pain.
He grabbed a band aid of the table and handed it to her, see as she pricked herself "yes but you'd rather have been doing this than being a secretary, am I wrong?"
She looked surprised, but accepted the Band-Aid and replied, “Well… I don’t know. I like what I do.”
He nodded, thinking over her words "but if you had a chance at doing what you love instead of something you like, which would you choose?"
She finished a row and put her hands on her hips to look at him. “Stop. I’m happy where I am, okay?”
He shoved off the table and stood before her "but you could be happier, and I feel like I'm getting the way of that, which I don't want to do."
“You’re not,” she insisted, turning her back to him to work on the dress. She was nearly finished.
Running a hand through his fair hair, he fell into silence once again as he watched Natalie work
She pricked herself only once more, but other than that, she finished without trouble. She compared it to her design. It looked better than she ever imagined.
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