champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"Theea," Mateo says with the grave but musical tone of someone who is both joking and entirely serious, "it is only a fashion crime if you wear it like one. I assure you - anything is a masterpiece when I put it on. And if you approach this with the same attitude, you will get the same result." Grinning wide enough to show his dimples, he makes one final and decisive snip with the shears before setting them down on the table.
Waving at his whatever it's going to be as she offers to help, he instead glances to her bolt of fabric. "What are you going to make?" he asks with a grin, grabbing at a bowl of fabric pins and motioning for her to get up. "Come on, let us see how we might make it look around you, yes?" One has to start somewhere, after all.
Waving at his whatever it's going to be as she offers to help, he instead glances to her bolt of fabric. "What are you going to make?" he asks with a grin, grabbing at a bowl of fabric pins and motioning for her to get up. "Come on, let us see how we might make it look around you, yes?" One has to start somewhere, after all.
