 A Poop * k8 *
SO she liked...lots of things, is what she was saying? All right, that was cool. Anton could deal with that. "I'm sure I could if I tried," he said with another smirk. "But no matter, if you're not interested in my interpretations..."
Ha! His taste in women was just as choosey as anything else, and his design was probably the MOST picky. "We are having lunch...yes. Good observation there, Miss Cambridge," he kept his face completely clear of any smirks for THAT snarky comment. The waiter came, and he ordered a coffee with his meal, which was just a sandwich, light on the MAYO, thank you. Exactly three tomatoes, please.
Once he was DONE ordering, there, he had to laugh at Alexa's reaction to some Rococo. "My Gran loved that style...but I see your point. It's a bit much, I know," he chuckled again. "Comfortable. I see. Well." He opened his notebook.
"Tell me a list of the furniture you need."
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |