#Chapter 59
Warren
This must definitely be a dream.
Evelyn is at my place, with her dog, and eating dinner with me.
Fuck! I've gotten fond of her dog. He's so smart. Definitely like his owner.
/"When will that project be completed?/" Evelyn asks, sipping the hot chicken soup I made.
/"In three years. We're still working on the blueprints and designs. The investor wants it to represent the culture of France while also having a modern edge,/" I explain, my passion for the subject leaking into my voice.
/"So that is your WIP. Wha—/"
/"WIP?/"
/"Work in progress./" She looks at me.
I nod, encouraging her to continue.
/"I have a question./" A smirk takes over her delicate face.
/"Go ahead,/" I say.
/"Do you create the designs yourself or do you just get someone else to do it?/"
