#faulk.start

                ‘did you remember to send in the draft?’ a man’s voice echoed. ‘what do you mean you fucki-’ jace’s ears rang, they were too close and the stranger’s irritability ricocheted around. the stool screeched when the person yelling beside her abruptly got up. jace focused on finishing her email for the class she was supposed to teach the following morning even if loud-speaking bothered her a lot. a shattering sound was what made her finally turn and lock her phone without a second thought, the professor watched the man in proper wear walk out of the place with his raucous tone only getting impossibly rougher. her gaze followed until he was out of sight, reverting to the broken object on the ground and thus exiting her seat in order to gather it. one knee had already caught the floor when someone else seemed to have the same intentions, making her slow her pace so she wouldn’t accidentally touch them. jace gave the other a tight smile as she picked up one or two pieces, looking up to meet their stare.

                it was the final measurement for her client's specifications. their frame was mirrored , that was the only setting, the client facing the client . if not for the skilled fingers INTERTWINED with the customer's collar and a pair of eyes that were trained onto their neck regarding a readjustment of the tie after getting rid of wrinkled patterns that formed atop their shoulders , based  solely on the quietude ( a muffled vinyl song ) and the minimalist design of the dressing room one would assume they were ALONE  . luna was the almost fading presence with v a c a n t  touches and adaptations and an occasional   ' is this better ? '  whenever a decision needed to be made. she stepped back , gaze finally raised , turning to see her work reflected and eyeing the person through the mirror.

               the professor held her phone just above her waistline, screen exhibiting a colorful set of woodsy drawings, it seemed to still be l o a d i n g when she exited the building and saw an acquaintance of hers. jace grinned, free left hand momentarily leaving a welcoming as well as excited clutch on their shoulder. she shifted her attention back to the game just a quick as she spoke.   ❛    c’mon , walk with me  . i’m trying to prove a point to a student of mine about rock pokemon , but i have to hunt a lot of them to do so . we’ll have to post-pone our drinks .  ❜    first years were always treacherous in some ways, she laid out her methodology specially for them. the object was raised to her chest, her pace turned languid as per instinct since she had someone by her side. jace had got the lightest and thinnest smile, while walking faulk’s somber evening and half lit sidewalk following a narrow gps line.