<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Gallery Main Lobby | Plotting Against Dorian, Speaking with Tilly and Addressing Others Accordinly</strong></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.stormmodels.com/resource/38793.163563.itemlarge.jpg)</div>There was quite a bit of activity, and awfully quickly. Shawn had thought that he had come at a time that was at least slightly not-to-busy but as afternoon quickly came and the rain outside seemed to have stopped, Waxing Rhapsodic grew into a bustling business like it truly was. Lulu being her usual self, a woman who worked security (though Shawn paid little mind) and a buyer who looked like someone Shawn had met somewhere before. However, not every bit of company was enjoyed or ignorable. Someone.... specially annoying caught attentions.<br/><br/>Dorian Silver, was his name? Names of men who subverted themselves into another man’s business were usually not worth remembering in name. Shawn squinted his eyes slightly after being interrupted so rudely and Shawn would make a point to inform his friend Aline about the disrespect some of her staff had for those who would be putting money forth into her studio; Shawn did not suffer fools, and his temper over this event might have boiled over right there if not for Matilda, herself. Reminding himself Shawn did not own Miss Tilly, he took a light breath and let that moment of irritation slip to the side of his mind... though it would not be forgotten and Aline would be made well aware of how some people acted. .Matilda was not- She was someone who... Dorian, who did he think he was?<br/><br/>It was only after this that Shawn had the time to speak in reply to Matilda and he did so with a nod and a smile while trying to not show the fact Dorian had very much struck a nerve, “I think your choice in make-up and attire fits perfectly.” It really didn’t matter, though making Matilda think a little better of herself and to flirt as well did not hurt. Who did Matilda’s make-up (if anyone) did not matter at all, her going without would be fine as well... he simply wanted to enjoy the essence she seemed to exude.<br/><br/>About the time Shawn started to realize it was soon to be lunch for himself, there was a quieter young man looking for Matilda’s attentions; it was obviously, especially by the use of a full name, that this guy was here on matters of business and as he was respectful and excused himself, no harm. “Quite alright,” Shawn gave a nod to the guy... his name did not strike any bells, however. Face, yes, but the name seemed to leave Shawn and with manners such as that and a choice in music which was not horrible, the young man deserved a little recognition. Aline would be made aware of this gentleman as well, but nothing negative would be said- it was best to bring forward a complaint with also a compliment.<br/><br/>Yes, lunch. Shawn had almost forgotten and his stomach did give off a special notion he was in need of food. The gesture to join the man was not looked on poorly, smiling and accepting the offer but giving that look of “graciously declining.” On his mind, Shawn figured this a perfect moment to get a certain amount of alone time with the girl who’d managed to lose his mind the day before. “I do hope you would join me for lunch,” Shawn stated boldly to Matilda after her exchange with Lulu had finished, “I can get seats in near anyplace. All I need is simply ask.” He stopped, realizing he was flashing his money again... though he doubted Matilda would say no in any fashion, “However I prefer a place where I can eat fully and few a place I need reservations have proportions filled properly.” Of course she’d say yes, who would pass up a free lunch on an empty stomach? “You pick, I pay.” Shawned offered his hand like any gentleman would as he pulled his umbrella from where he had hung it on the counter, “I promise to have you back before curfew.” The last bit was obviously a joke about the photo shoot’s timing.