The Boss is Always Right

Not a Date

I love the familiar feeling of the clay between my fingers. Sculpting is one of the only consistent things in my life, almost everything else has come and gone without a second thought. I'm used to that though, so I guess I've come to expect nothing more or nothing less.

I mainly focus on nude sculptures. For some reason, the human body has always fascinated me. No one is the same, yet all equally beautiful if you know where to look. Ironically, I'm more inspired by women's bodies, their curves are more elegant and more satisfying to create. Sculpting is when I'm at my happiest, I think. It's a great escape from the reality, where I can just tune everything else out and focus solely on what I am making.

Classical music is playing in the background. I Giorni by Ludovico Einaudi. One of my favourites to sculpt to. I'm working on the torso at the moment. This particular model had toned abs and I'm trying to get the shape just right.

'Cas!'

Oh shit! A massive chunk came out of her side, the red clay falling to the floor.

' What the f*ck Max! Look what you made me do!' I pick the clay up of the floor and attach it back on with some slip. I press it in tight to make sure no air bubbles get in and cause it to explode.

'SORRY! I was calling your name for like 2 minutes. I'm going to get some dinner do you want anything?' He asked.

'It's fine, it wasn't perfect anyway, stupid clay isn't cooperating today. I need to get out of here for a bit, loosen up before I come back to it'

'Great! Let's go to that Italian on the corner. My treat.' he said.

'There's an Italian on the corner? And also Maxxie you know I love you but everything can't be your treat, you're getting me drinks on the weekend remember?'

'Drinks isn't a proper celebration. I'll treat you to this supper and thats it. I promise' he does that little scouts honour thing he's seen on TV.

'Okay, thanks' I give in because I'm actually quite hungry but I can't afford anything until I start working tomorrow. I really appreciate all Maxie does for me, I hope he doesn't think I'm taking advantage of his money.

We head out down the street walking in a comfortable silence, our shoulders bumping once and a while because of how close we are. Maxie suddenly stops.

'We're here' he said.

'Oh' I look up, I haven't realised I had been staring at my feet the whole way here.

He opens the door for me like a perfect gentleman.

'Why thank you kind sir' I say in a really posh accent.

He gives a mocking bow, gesturing for me to walk into the restaurant.

This restaurant is definitely on the more expensive scale, the bespoke design, and elegant table cloths scream big money. It's pretty empty but I guess thats to be expected it is quite late. There's just a couple tables occupied I can see out of the corner of my eye.

A middle aged man comes up to us, 'Hello again, Mr Warrick'

'Hey Charlie, table for two tonight' Maxxie responds casually.

'Of course, right this way' he leads us to a table in the back. 'Would you like the usual tonight, sir? Or would you and your companion like to look at the menu?'

'We'll have that menu please, and can we have a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon'

'Actually can I have a coke? I'm not really in the mood for wine Max' I say quickly.

'Yeah sure, I'll just take a glass then Charlie, thanks' he corrects.

'Of course, I'll be right back with that' he says walking to the back.