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Carlisle is almost painfully shy. Tall and lanky, he's observant and precise with his drawings, but overly cautious in his design.
"What kind of feeling do you want someone to have when they look at this table?" I ask, standing next to him at the drafting table.
"I dunno," he answers, at a loss.
"Well, then neither will your customer."
I clap him on the shoulder and leave him to it.
Rosalie breezes in and introduces herself before settling into my office. "How's the intern?"
"Green, but he'll get it."
"Might help if he could see. Kid needs a haircut."
A/N: Gee, I wonder who'll be conditioning Carlisle! I'm going to leave you here today and do my part not to overtax the feeble fanfic system! What can I say? When the system comes back on line, we'll all have a mess of fun stories to read and review replies to send! XXX ~BOH