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SaejiFine
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Brandon was absentmindedly cleaning the necklaces, they didn't really require a whole lot of concentration from him but he felt like he should be doing something and so while he cleaned the jewelry he had ample opportunity to watch Aeroa at work. The way she handled pictures, cleaning, arranging, he had to admit that she had an eye for beauty in just about everything. The way she arranged the pictures in the corner it was so much cleaner than the way he'd organized the rest of the store. In a way it framed the artwork beautifully with a certain edge of sophistication.
She then tried to tell him that she was just interested in things, like the way she organized things wasn't really all that special and yet. He could see her in almost everything that she touched. The humble beauty of her work. "Well, your incredibly good at it." He said as he put the jewelry down on the counter. He moved over to where she was working just to take a closer look. "This is interesting, it seems so much more clean over here. Perhaps I should have you work here in the store instead of my home." He laughed a little bit.
A question came to Brandon's mind as he reached out to touch the corner of one of the pieces, "Tell me, what kind of a piece would I paint? What would you use to tell that it's mine?" Curiosity was riddled into his voice as he spoke, he really wanted to know just what Aeroa thought about him. Thought about who he was, perhaps he could even glean if she had any interest in him at all.
She then tried to tell him that she was just interested in things, like the way she organized things wasn't really all that special and yet. He could see her in almost everything that she touched. The humble beauty of her work. "Well, your incredibly good at it." He said as he put the jewelry down on the counter. He moved over to where she was working just to take a closer look. "This is interesting, it seems so much more clean over here. Perhaps I should have you work here in the store instead of my home." He laughed a little bit.
A question came to Brandon's mind as he reached out to touch the corner of one of the pieces, "Tell me, what kind of a piece would I paint? What would you use to tell that it's mine?" Curiosity was riddled into his voice as he spoke, he really wanted to know just what Aeroa thought about him. Thought about who he was, perhaps he could even glean if she had any interest in him at all.