Whoop, whoop. I finished the draft of SEEker 3 Wednesday. (Spins around twice and performs the splits).
Jon and Amelia shopping for a suit:
I hoped for pinstripes. Don’t bigshots wear pinstripes? Figured basic black was boring. But she gave me a look when I curled my lips up. She said the stitching was adequate. Wool, silk blend. Light enough for Tampa weather. There is no clothing light enough for Tampa’s August.
She chose a tie for me too. Smart girl. I don’t own a tie, which she probably assumed. Shoes. I hadn’t thought about that. My hikers probably would have clashed. I hated what she selected. But she gave me that eye. She found black socks. I grimaced when she picked up a package of underwear. Briefs. Oh–my–God. Really? She said it was obscene to go commando in a suit.
It’s August for crying out loud!