Date: May 1st 2021 Time: 12:30 pm Location: The garden (in progress) behind the gallery
@jonasdavenports
“I’m telling you, you interrupted a serious breakthrough.” Finally: a gloriously sunny day. Evi’s near-daily work in the garden began as soon as that sun rose, taking thorough advantage of the pleasant weather. She’d been in the midst of trying to coax a climbing clematis to bloom when Jonas had mentioned lunch, and though the convincing was looking more and more like a futile effort, she’ll chatter on about it. Since he threatened to pay her utilities if she kept giving him hell about paying for lunch, she’s got to seek out some new material. After a visit inside to the bathroom so she could thoroughly wash out the dirt from under her nails, Evi appears at the table, her unruly red hair now wrangled into a ponytail. “Oh? We broke out the real plates?” Her brows arch at the setup – legitimate, nothing like the takeout containers on laps that she’s grown accustomed to. “Uh oh. Is there some special occasion today that I forgot?” There’s a flicker of genuine concern over her expression as she contemplates having missed a birthday – but no. They’d just squabbled over zodiac signs the other day. That’s a relief. Evi’s line of questioning is cut off temporarily as she contemplates her food options, but when she lifts her plate to make good on that decision, more inquiries flare up. The plate is set aside with haste, gnawing hunger quickly forgotten as she takes the envelope on the table in both hands. It’s meant for her, the ornate script on the front indicates as much, but she doesn’t open it. Not yet. Instead, her gaze lifts below furrowed brows, trying to read the expression that Jonas presently wears. “What’s this?”
