<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>Front Lobby...</em></span></div><br/>Definitely chummy. It was rather surprising how comfortable the two seemed after a mere few hours together. Then again, she supposed she shouldn't have expected any less, after all, a few hours of idle chatter could open doors of all kinds.<br/><br/>"Of course. I'll schedule a shoot for her right away. I do hate to keep you waiting but it'll be delivered as soon as possible." Neat handwriting had already noted the details down. "I'll be sure to get in touch so that we can discuss any other minor details you may think of later on." She never questioned the fact that Shawn seemed to be available at the drop of a dime, no rescheduling needed. He certainly seemed to be a man of luxury, but Aline made it a point to never pry.<br/><br/>Wishing him a good day, she watched as he exited, cane swaying slightly and looking very much the gentlemen. Left with just Tilly at her side it almost felt strange now that the throng of people had dissipated. "Well!" A soft sigh and, "That was something, huh?" To herself, she muttered, "I really have to put some more people in the gallery..." as she looked over the now empty lobby. Well, practically empty. The shock of bright red hair couldn't possibly be missed and she thought she'd spotted Bastiaan earlier...<br/><br/>It was a moment before she turned to address Tilly. "So, Tilly is it? Or would you rather Matilda as Mr. Pierce does?" The question held the smallest trace of sarcasm, one that would be easily missed by all save those closest to her. It wasn't that she didn't like the man - he was pleasant enough, especially when he left happily with a new piece for his collection - it was the fact that there never seemed to be enough help around and always too much to do.<br/><br/>Covering the short distance back to the front counter, Aline said simply to the crimson girl, "Late again I see?" The receptionist looked duly ashamed of herself and mumbled an apology. "This is Lulu Bennett, she's been with us for a bit so she can show you the ropes." Just as she was about to turn away, she stopped and scrutinized Lulu for a bit. "What...is on your nose?" Seeing her confused expression, Aline tapped her own nose in the general area where the leftover gum desperately clung. This resulted in the look of realization slowly dawning on Lulu's face before quickly covering her nose.<br/><br/>"Right. Well, I'm sure you'll do just fine. Try not to be late tomorrow though?<em>Both</em>of you." Her eyes rested on Lulu as she emphasized the last few words.<br/><br/>With the lobby empty for the moment, it seemed the unusual early morning rush was over. Aline left feeling (somewhat) confident that the two could handle whatever was needed of them. Now where had Bastiaan gone? She was so sure she'd seen him...<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><sup><em>(continued in Bastiaan's Studio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84849.0))<br/></em></sup></div>