<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Chatting with Bastiaan...</em></span></div><br/>As she set the cleaned dishes to the side and toweled off her hands, she turned to once again survey the room. It was slightly on the bare side but all the essentials were there. There was also no doubt that the place had been stylishly designed with a clean image in mind. Personally, she liked it. No clutter, but still enough of a personal touch that it was 'home'. Very similar to what she had hoped to achieve with her own studio and rooms...though at the moment her office was no where near a 'clean' and 'tidy' state. Just another thing on her to-dos list.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm sure it'll start getting crowded in here with time. If not with new furniture and decorations then I wouldn't be surprised to see plenty more pictures being hung up." There was definitely plenty of space on the mostly empty walls to fill, but that would be solely up to him in the end.<br/><br/>Her lips quirked to one side at the comment about film, there was no doubt that using a traditional film camera was starting to become a rarity with the modern age but even so. "Film? Is that all?" she replied jokingly, "I'm sure I can scrounge some up somewhere. If not within the studio then someone's bound to still be selling. Antique shops perhaps?"<br/><br/>Glancing out the windows, she noticed that it had gotten rather dark out. "Alright, I won't keep you any longer then." But now came the awkward part. Saying goodbye. There were so many ways to do so and each one held a different meaning. Should she hug him? Or was she too old for that now? Should she just shake his hand? Or would that come off as too formal? While she was pondering this, he asked if she needed anything. "Hm, no, I don't think so." The elevator dinged as it arrived at the floor.<br/><br/>About to step on, she paused at the edge of the doors. "Oh wait! Actually, just let me know what you think of them won't you? You know how I value your opinion." With that, she stepped into the metal box before the doors slid shut, but not before leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Not too childish, and not too formal. Just a 'good night'.