I walked through the house and called his name. “In here,” I heard his voice echo from his office. I slowly walked in to see him bent over his desk, furiously shading a piece of work. “Hey, El. How’s the new piece coming?” I didn’t take my coat off. He didn’t look up from his work. “It’s going. I can’t decide if I like this idea or not.” “Well at least sketch it out a little before you decide.” I shifted my weight and he looked up, his glasses moved halfway down his nose. “Are you going somewhere?” I hadn’t decided whether or not this would upset him. My mind raced. “Uh yeah, Denise called and wants to get together.” I lied. “Did you want to come?” I knew his answer before I asked. He turned his eyes back on his drawing. “Nah, I’ve have to keep working at this, babe.
