Phone Call || fourstareli
Eli: looks over the ad he'd put out in the paper yesterday, wondering whether he'd get a call or if he should have set out for someone to do the work -- he just didn't have the time, really, with Celia and work, nor had he had the will to have it done since it had been Clare's idea, but now that there were problems with the pipes under the counter as well, it was time to get it renovated and fixed. Hearing his phone ring, followed by his daughter chiming "ring ring ringggg" and running the phone to him, he smiled, answering. "Hello?"
Jake dropped the paper back to the counter and sat back in the bar stool, running his now free hand through his hair as the voice on the other line picked up. "Yeah, hey. I saw your ad in the paper, about the renovations." Jake paused and dropped his hand to the counter, smoothing the paper over as his finger found the ad in particular and he nodded. "It says you're looking for someone who can start immediately. And I, uh. Wait, shit. Shoot, I mean. I'm Jake Martin. I should've said that first." Chuckling at his own embarrassment, he began to wonder when he was the type of guy to even read the morning paper, but yet, here he was. "Sorry, I'm not good with this whole talking over the phone thing." Jake admitted lightly. "What all needs to be done?"











