Hotaru's smile eases at the simple acceptance of her imposition, settling gracefully in the seat across from Maea as she patiently waits for room to set her sketchbook down. "Got it in one," she assures with a playful wink, glad that at least she hasn't left Maea in the awkward position of not knowing her name in kind. As she settles and their eyes rove over each other's work, Hotaru smiles kindly and taps her fingertips against one of the swimsuit designs. "I have a seam shop in town, and I'm considering making swimsuits for LongHeat. What do you think?" Perhaps a tad forward, but outside opinions are always invaluable to the woman. Fresh eyes were vital in any project, and perhaps she was a little vain in seeking some validation for the idea.
Blinking slightly in surprise at the offer, Hotaru crosses her legs and smiles, reclining against the back of the chair. "If it won't get you in trouble," she concedes playfully. "Perhaps something to drink? Your choice." Today was already turning out to be a day of firsts, why not try something new?
Blinking slightly in surprise at the offer, Hotaru crosses her legs and smiles, reclining against the back of the chair. "If it won't get you in trouble," she concedes playfully. "Perhaps something to drink? Your choice." Today was already turning out to be a day of firsts, why not try something new?
be gentle my little thunderstorm
the world is just not ready
the world is just not ready
