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Her stomach flipped like it always did when he was this close to her. “What a coincidence,” she murmured.
Her stomach flipped like it always did when he was this close to her. “What a coincidence,” she murmured.
"mhm coincidence. so tell me about yourself love, what do you like to do? what do you plan to do?" he looked at her with love and interest
“I work as an executive assistant for the CEO of a fashion company,” she said. “But…” she hesitated. She’d never told anyone this before, especially not Gabriel.
"but…?" he smiled at her, wanting her to tell him what was on her mind
“I originally applied here to be a designer,” she whispered.
He looked at her in surprise, momentarily dropping the act "why didn't you ever tell me?" he said quietly
Nathalie blushed. “I… I didn’t want you to look at me differently,” she admitted.
He smiled at her "and why would I look at you any differently?" he smiled and got up. He went to his desk in the study and grabbed an empty notebook and pen "here, draw something"
Nathalie took them hesitantly. She slowly began to sketch a design she’d been thinking about for a couple of days but had never had a chance to draw.
He watched her in silence as she drew her design
She finished and looked it over. To her, she could spot several mistakes.
(Give me a second, I’m going to attach a picture)
(oki)
he looked at the drawing in marvel "its amazing.." was all he could say
She blushed profusely. “You really think so?”
he nodded, unable to speak. he got up and went to his desk gathering some supples
Nathalie added little details absentmindedly. “What are you doing?”
He held up a hand, a gesture for patience "getting some supplies"
“For what?” she asked, putting the notepad and pen down.
"Your design of course" He grabbed some fabric that resembled the one in the picture and some black lace for the torso area
Is was Nathalie now who was at a loss of words. "You… You don't have to make my design," she stammered.
He glared at her and smiled "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't" he took off his vest, leaving only his button-down shirt and untied his tie
She bit her lip and glanced again at the sketch. It wouldn't hurt anything…
"are you going to help? thought you wanted to be a designer" he said with an encouraging smile
She stood up and walked over with the notepad. "I am a designer," she replied confidently.
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