āNot very good at this whole āsubtletyā thing, are you?ā Callie arched her brow and glanced down at the notepad in her hand. It was sort of sad that she couldnāt read her own handwriting ā Callie had a writerās handwriting, all loops and little tail-end flicks, almost impossible to read. āThereās a restricted sign literally right there,ā she hummed as she pointed her pen towards red sign on the door.Ā
he doesnāt even look up from his own work for a moment, only pausing to see what the conversation was about before he hummed his agreement with the girl. Ā Ā Ā Ā ācāmon now, shoo, like she said.ā Ā Ā Ā charles walked the man walk away before he glanced over at her. Ā Ā Ā āwhatāre you working on, if you donāt mind my asking?ā
