Julian arched a brow at the awkward young woman in front of him. She seemed more than a bit peculiar but she was willing to help in a way no one else had offered yet so he nodded. “I have plenty of paper… and pens. I’m not sure I have a pencil. Does that really matter?” He asked.
"Well...mistakes are made, and they're easier to correct with an eraser. They're also neater then crossing out with a pen..." she paused, and shook her head."It doesn't matter. I can work with pens." She answered, lowering her eyes.













