*he’s about to speak when his phone suddenly rings. for a while it looks like he doesn’t hear it but, slowly, he lets go of her and pulls his phone out of his pocket* sorry… *jack turns away as he answers it, eyes shutting on a tired, defeated sigh before he talks*
*It was like slight deja-vu to her; this scene playing out to her before but in a fancy hotel bar with a charismatic man. Katelynn shakes her head at the thought, pushing him out of her thoughts.* ‘Stop it.’ *She merely stands there, waiting patiently for him. She had a feeling though and pressed a hand to her stomach to stop the butterflies*
*he talks to a phone; a woman wanting to know how the painting of her son an daughter-in-law’s wedding photograph is coming. he insists it’s almost done, yes, it will be done in time for Christmas and she doesn’t have to worry. he nods his head, mumbling things like ‘i understand’ and ‘of course’ before saying goodbye and hangs up*
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*what was he doing? oh yes. admitting to liking a woman and being shot down entirely. he turns around to look at her and smiles faintly*
people get so crazy this time of year… they want their painting now, like, a day after they commission me.. *yes. topic change. good. safe.*
Jack Maple 