Dove
"I only have this much silk," I held up the silky beige material, "I'm working with a very strict budget."
He eyed the pieces some more then shook his head, "where you get your material from?" I explained that to him as he typed away on his phone then hummed. "Ain't far. Ten minutes is decent. Want to change?"
I blinked, "what?"
"Let's go get you more," he smiled. "This is a project for the university?"
I blinked again, suddenly becoming a thing that blinked a lot. I didn't want to tell him it was for B&B. It would just add another level of shame if he knew and I got rejected. Even though I hated lying, this was for a good cause. "Yes it's for a class project."
"Then come on, let's make sure you get an A," he winked and grabbed his cowboy hat from my coat rack.
