trying not to gush.
“Good. After Mitch introduces you to the rest of the guys,” Bill concluded, “you can head into the trailer. I’ve got you all set up.” He smiled and walked off.
Mitch and Julianne made their way through the site, greeting the other members of the crew. “That’s Jack.”
Mitch pointed across the yard to a burly college guy wearing a Lakers cap and a sleeveless T-shirt. Julianne recognized him from last summer, when he had bussed tables at the Fishtail, but Mitch told her that he had also competed in the lumberjack games for three years running and was a silver-medal holder in log rolling. Tom was on the baseball team at Stanford (and, Julianne noticed, had the arm muscles to prove it). Beau was an English major at UCLA. Nick, who was Julianne and Mitch’s age, was just in town for the summer visiting his aunt and uncle; he was a snowboard pro up in Utah, where he’d be returning at the end of the summer.
Jules tried to keep her mind from wandering during the introductions, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the lines of the house, the angles, and there was a Lily Allen song playing on repeat in her head. “Sun is in the sky, oh why oh why would I want to be anywhere else?” She was still humming to herself and bobbing her head softly when she heard Mitch saying her name.
“Jules? Julianne? Earth to Julianne?”
“Oops. Sorry.” Julianne blushed. “I was just thinking about my first project.”
“Yeah, sure.” Mitch smirked. “You’re surrounded by college guys and you’re busy thinking about bathroom tiles. I buy that.”
“Hey, I’m a much better multi-tasker than you give me credit for.” Jules laughed, punching him lightly on the upper arm.
“I’m sure you are. C’mon, let’s head over to the trailer.” He pointed and led the way.
“Thanks for the tour, Mitch. Let the guys know that it was great meeting them, okay?” she joked, winking.
“Later, Jules.” Mitch laughed.
Julianne walked up the steps of the trailer and knocked three times. When there was no response, she propped open the door and walked in. Then she spotted a note on one of the empty desks.
Julianne,
Unfortunately we don’t have a desk for you, so you’ll sort of be drawing wherever you can find space. The desk I’m setting you up with to start is the new project manager’s, but I’m sure he won’t mind if you borrow it for the day. He seems like a nice guy. Give a holler if you need anything.
Bill
Alone in the trailer, Julianne stretched out, twirling her pencil between her fingers. She propped her legs up on the project manager’s desk, like the queen of the site.
This was definitely going to be a fun job. She tapped the eraser of her pencil on the vast expanse of white space on her blank page. A fresh sketchbook was one of her favorite things in the universe—so full of possibility. Still tapping her eraser against the page, she began to brain-storm about tile designs. Since it was an eco-friendly project, maybe something with leaves? Or maybe something geometric to match the lines of the house? Or something with an ocean motif, since they were so close to the beach? Dividing her paper into four quarters, she decided to give each idea a chance and then commit to fully sketching the best two designs for the owners to choose from.
Julianne was in the middle of her second sketch when the door creaked its way open. “Hello?” she called out, not looking up from her drawing. She was in the middle of sketching a line of mosaic tiles curling into the branches of a larger tile tree.
A familiar voice answered, “I didn’t know this office came with a chair warmer. Man, this job gets better every day.”
Julianne looked up from her sketch. Her stomach did a series of quick backflips when she saw the new project manager beaming at her.
“Remi?” she said, dropping her pencil onto her—
correction— his desk.
“We’ve got to stop meeting this way.” He laughed.
His
“Good. After Mitch introduces you to the rest of the guys,” Bill concluded, “you can head into the trailer. I’ve got you all set up.” He smiled and walked off.
Mitch and Julianne made their way through the site, greeting the other members of the crew. “That’s Jack.”
Mitch pointed across the yard to a burly college guy wearing a Lakers cap and a sleeveless T-shirt. Julianne recognized him from last summer, when he had bussed tables at the Fishtail, but Mitch told her that he had also competed in the lumberjack games for three years running and was a silver-medal holder in log rolling. Tom was on the baseball team at Stanford (and, Julianne noticed, had the arm muscles to prove it). Beau was an English major at UCLA. Nick, who was Julianne and Mitch’s age, was just in town for the summer visiting his aunt and uncle; he was a snowboard pro up in Utah, where he’d be returning at the end of the summer.
Jules tried to keep her mind from wandering during the introductions, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the lines of the house, the angles, and there was a Lily Allen song playing on repeat in her head. “Sun is in the sky, oh why oh why would I want to be anywhere else?” She was still humming to herself and bobbing her head softly when she heard Mitch saying her name.
“Jules? Julianne? Earth to Julianne?”
“Oops. Sorry.” Julianne blushed. “I was just thinking about my first project.”
“Yeah, sure.” Mitch smirked. “You’re surrounded by college guys and you’re busy thinking about bathroom tiles. I buy that.”
“Hey, I’m a much better multi-tasker than you give me credit for.” Jules laughed, punching him lightly on the upper arm.
“I’m sure you are. C’mon, let’s head over to the trailer.” He pointed and led the way.
“Thanks for the tour, Mitch. Let the guys know that it was great meeting them, okay?” she joked, winking.
“Later, Jules.” Mitch laughed.
Julianne walked up the steps of the trailer and knocked three times. When there was no response, she propped open the door and walked in. Then she spotted a note on one of the empty desks.
Julianne,
Unfortunately we don’t have a desk for you, so you’ll sort of be drawing wherever you can find space. The desk I’m setting you up with to start is the new project manager’s, but I’m sure he won’t mind if you borrow it for the day. He seems like a nice guy. Give a holler if you need anything.
Bill
Alone in the trailer, Julianne stretched out, twirling her pencil between her fingers. She propped her legs up on the project manager’s desk, like the queen of the site.
This was definitely going to be a fun job. She tapped the eraser of her pencil on the vast expanse of white space on her blank page. A fresh sketchbook was one of her favorite things in the universe—so full of possibility. Still tapping her eraser against the page, she began to brain-storm about tile designs. Since it was an eco-friendly project, maybe something with leaves? Or maybe something geometric to match the lines of the house? Or something with an ocean motif, since they were so close to the beach? Dividing her paper into four quarters, she decided to give each idea a chance and then commit to fully sketching the best two designs for the owners to choose from.
Julianne was in the middle of her second sketch when the door creaked its way open. “Hello?” she called out, not looking up from her drawing. She was in the middle of sketching a line of mosaic tiles curling into the branches of a larger tile tree.
A familiar voice answered, “I didn’t know this office came with a chair warmer. Man, this job gets better every day.”
Julianne looked up from her sketch. Her stomach did a series of quick backflips when she saw the new project manager beaming at her.
“Remi?” she said, dropping her pencil onto her—
correction— his desk.
“We’ve got to stop meeting this way.” He laughed.
His
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