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Hadley smiled, that was followed for a laugh, when she saw the mimics of George. Funny, that was a word to describe him, she thought. Funny and charming. “Right. George.” The woman nodded, still with a smirk softly placed on her pompous lips. She bit on them at some point, as she glanced him taking a look at her painting.
The artist was never one who bothered about making an impression, but it just seemed different when it came to George. She didn’t know, it was a new feeling. She never really wanted to show up her art, like she was wanting now. “Thanks, glad you liked.” The woman grinned softly.
When they shook hands she felt a bit awkward. She didn’t want to seem formal, but she also didn’t know if an exchange of kisses on the cheeks would be appropriate. Biting on her lower lip she smiled with a small blush on her cheeks and shook her head lightly to make it pass. “So. I can show you things around and you can tell if you want something to base to you muriel. Or if you have something in mind already you can tell me.”
“But let’s grab a coffee first, then we seat and talk. You want one?” She offered hoping he’d accept. Truth being said, it’d be just an excuse to seat and talk to him. “You can tell me more about you so I can hm… Capture what I think you’d like.” She made up the excuse quickly, swallowing a bit hard before smiling again. It helped sometimes, knowing the person. But she really wanted just chat with George, get to know him.
“Coffee sounds great about now.” He accepted her offer. “Milk please.” he instructed politely. He presumed to sit at the table, unsure of what to do and whether or not he should help with the coffee.
“You want to know more about me?” He nearly laughed at her eagerness, he didn’t know where to start really. He tapped his fingers on the table as he pondered what he could tell her that she didn’t already know. “I’ll only answer if I get to know more about you too. I’d like to know more about the person I’m going to entrust my store to.” He didn’t know her well enough to divulge the most personal details, but he’d like her to know more about him than the general conception.
“I was thinking maybe having one wall with all the heroes and then another for the villains. Or maybe a crazy mash up of the two locked in an inferno of battle for all eternity.”
I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.
At least you don’t shriek abruptly now do you? Verna has practically broken the sound barrier a dozen times with hers.
I’m not afraid of Anything! I’m afriad of ghouls and ghosts and vinidictive demons and creepy children.
Oh dear, I don’t think I shriek. [raises an eyebrow] Far too manly or that.
The first words that came out of George’s mouth already made her grin. He was a funny man, she had always heard that around town. That he was funny, sweet, a real gentleman. Besides of course the amazing looks he had. It was different because Hadley wasn’t one to fell attracted by a lot of men. but it just seemed, different with him. She was sure it was just something not too much important, since they just met, but she got a chill every time she saw him. Although it was the first actual meet, she had crossed him in town. And that chill was recurrent.
She laughed again with him. George seemed to have slipped on some words and the embarrassment on his face was just adorable. But she was sure he meant her work all the time, even if ‘looking good’ could have other meaning. “Thanks, Mr. Reynolds.” The woman said his last name on purpose, since she had just hear him call her Ms Morgan. Hadley chuckled then, she liked that… Teasing thing. “To both.” The artist completed, since he ended up complimenting her and the piece she had been working on. “You liked?” Her thumb pointed the paint behind her, as she smiled softly.
“And relax, you can talk around me. I think you’re funny” and cute, Hadley completed mentally, biting her lower lip. “But what horrible modes of mine!” Putting the towel down, she approached him raising a hand. “Welcome to my studio.” Hadley offered him her hand, for a shake, and a smile.
He rolled his eyes jokingly and mimed shooting himself at his own incompetence with words. “George.”he corrected. “Just George for you.” he grinned. And truthfully, she did look good this morning and he suspected every morning. Hadley had a certain beuaty about her that came naturally and not from make up and products that a lot of women nowadays felt they needed to be seen as attractive.
He looked at the painting, marvelling at just how skilled she was. “Yeah! It’s great!” he wondered if he should be more artistic in his comments, add a few comments about the soul and the lighting and the composition. but really, he didn’t know what that all meant.
He shook her hand with a laugh at the formality, “I feel very welcomed indeed. So, how do we start?”
Sinister, however, won’t be in theaters forever.
Don’t make me drag Verna and Ivanna. They’re horrible screamers.
Well if you’re still searching for a companion, I’ll be more than happy to accompany you. Although, I can’t make any promises about not screaming.
Come on Come on! I’ve got loads of candy and I’m short one Detective in my Crime Solver duo!
You look great! Which shade of lipstick is more “me”?
Oh dear. Any chance I can not include Olympia in any of this? She’s ar too young and I’d rather not kill her…. I’m making K a kiss.
(f: Regina m: Hadley k:(nice and fatherly mind you): Olympia)
In the early morning would always be the best time to take pictures. That in Hadley’s view. She’d kick off the blankets at 5, shower for way too long, pick something light that’d limit her the less, and then leave to explore what she could capture. Sometimes the school buss leaving the kids in the Storybrooke Elementary School, or just some playing birds. Halloween time was the best, she’d always picture some decoration in front of people’s places and in the trick or treat night, that was in the next day, she’d just have a blast picturing every single costume and happy-with-candy kid that she could. It was hard to deny how enthusiastic the artist was with the photography thing.
But that day she focused briefly on that ‘finding a story’ in a picture. Coming back to her studio around 10 am that day, she stood there all day. Printing out her works and finishing some paused paintings.
Hadley had a client, or maybe just a guest, to come over to the studio that day. George Reynolds, the owner of the comic book shop, who she always found really ruggedly handsome. They had a brief, but funny talk, and he spoke about stopping by and about a superhero muriel to his shop. But Hadley was more interested on the actual visit than the work he could possibly offer her.
She was painting when he arrived there. Hearing the little doorbell of the studio as he stepped in, Hadley glanced over her shoulder to make sure who was there. The bell had been a great thing. She didn’t like to suddenly be surprised when she was working. The woman smiled though, when she saw him. “Hi, George!” Putting her painting pencil down, the woman cleaned her hand on a small towel, putting a messy curl of her hair behind her ear.
He had researched enough last night about what he wanted so that he wasn’t totally clueless when/i he ever got down to talking business with Hadley. Truth be told, he wasn’t in dire need of a muriel anyway; it was something that had just popped into his head while speaking to Hadley. It was, however, a sure fire way or them to spend more time together, as well as a damn good idea.
She was painting when he walked in, and for a moment he felt like he was intruding on something private, or special. He himself had jumped at the sound o the bell that had cut through the cheery silence of the morning. “Miss Morgan! Hey, hello, halloa.”
He smiled amiably and looked curiously around the studio, it was very nice. Not much of an artist himself George struggled to properly critique a person’s work, as long as they tried hard and had fun was all that really mattered. But Hadley here was a proffessional, and it showed. “Looking good!” he said, almost awestruck before he realised the possible meanings of his words and began to dither. “I mean, the work not y—well you look good— I should just not talk when I’m around you.”
He didn’t know what it was about Hadley but it made George, who usually had such a good grasp on the English language, go belly upwards whenever he opened his mouth.
Awesome would be a fitting word on this project too. If Green Lantern is involved, then epic could be a better one.
Tomorrow is great! My agenda is open for the day, so anytime you can.
But Green Lantern is toootally the lamest! [laughs lightly] But I’m not one to fight eith “epic”, Green Lantern shall be involved somehow.
Tomorrow it is then!
[grins] I can see why all the fame now.
Oh, that’d be nice. You can stop by at any time, George. And if you want this superhero muriel paint, we can discuss it and I can do. Never done one superhero one, but it’d be an interesting work.
Interesting is one word, awesome is another.
How about tomorrow, or is that too keen?
