“Mmhm.” Jack nodded his head as he settled back on the floor and went back to painting. “P for pizza. Er, obviously.” he said with a weak chuckle.
The mobile had… a lot of contacts. It was littered with names, probably most of them work related. A all the way to Z, and from what she’d seen he had a few messages waiting on his phone as well.
“Oh wow..this list is long..” she murmured, trying to reach the P section of his phone. It took her a while to scroll down to it but while she tried, she noticed the little message indicator and decided to have a little fun. Standing straight up, she tried to sound like a secretary, moving imaginary glasses out of the way.
“Mr. Maple, there are people on line two for you,” she said, trying not to giggle when she finally reached the one she had been looking for, hand ready to dial.
Jack smiled up at her. “Why thank you Miss. Foster… if you keep up such good work, you may see yourself getting a promotion real soon.” he told her in a smooth, deep voice, whilst looking at her with waggling eyebrows. But then he turned to go back to his painting, grinning faintly.
Jack Maple 