âNot very good at this whole âsubtletyâ thing, are you?â Callie arched her brow and glanced down at the notepad in her hand. It was sort of sad that she couldnât read her own handwriting â Callie had a writerâs handwriting, all loops and little tail-end flicks, almost impossible to read. âThereâs a restricted sign literally right there,â she hummed as she pointed her pen towards red sign on the door.Â
he doesnât 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. Â Â Â Â âcâmon now, shoo, like she said.â Â Â Â charles walked the man walk away before he glanced over at her. Â Â Â âwhatâre you working on, if you donât mind my asking?â












