Hopelessly Devoted {ManxMan} [Book II]

Chapter 17

Sorry the updates seem to be few and far between, my man focus is unfortunately not on this book.

Z A C H A R Y

Basile and I were on our way to the supposed perfect studio location that his assistant had found. I was excited, and I really hoped that it was perfect.

We had just arrived so I let go of Basile's hand and got out, taking his hand once we were back in front of the door.

The building owner met us in the front, I let him speak to Basile, my french was decent now, so I could understand what he was saying, it would just take me a while to search through my french vocabulary to form a reply.

After a brief exchange between Basile and the man he unlocked the glass door and opened it for us.

There was a good sized lobby area when you first walked in, with blank cream walls I could hang some of my colorful paintings on. Once he took us down the hall there were four doors, one leading to the bathroom, a closet, the alley behind the building and then finally where I would be doing most of my art.

The room was the biggest out of the whole building. There was a huge window, the view wasn't great but it provided a lot of natural light. And it was the perfect spot for a desk or my easel. I would have a tiny desk in the corner for my laptop or a computer so I could have a shop online and keep track of sales. There was enough wall space for me to mount shelves for my supplies or just use my book shelves.

"What do you think?" Basile asked.

"It's perfect." I smiled, leaning into him.

"Are you sure?" I nodded.

Basile said something to the man which I didn't catch and the man smiled, and asked us to follow him to the patio outside.

It wasn't a scary alley way, especially with the decorations through out. Every building had a table in chairs outside their door and whatever else they wanted.

The building owner pulled out a few papers and explained a few things before asking us to sign, I spoke up a few times when I had question but it was mostly Basile doing the talking.

A few hours later Basile and I were walking back to the car, the building ours for as long as we wanted.

"Thank you so much," I kissed him once we were back in the car, "I will so pay you back when I get the money and I will start paying the monthly bill."

"Don't worry about it love, just worry about your art work and selling it. We need to come up with a name for your studio and a logo." He said and so, in the car I pulled out my sketch book and began brainstorming, Basile chiming in every now and then to help me out.

"What do you say we finish this over dinner?" He asked, looking over my shoulder at what I had drawn and written for the names.

"I'd love that." I smiled.

So we went to a cute diner and Basile and I discussed ideas for my business and looked over a few things.

"I can't believe this is actually happening." I smiled, taking a sip of my coffee, "Thank you, again, for doing all of this for me." I leaned over the table and kissed his cheek.

"So you've decided on this one?" He asked pointing at the logo and name scribbled down in a friendly font.

"Yes, do you think it could work?" I asked, turning it so it was in front of him.

"I think it would be perfect. I can get it developed so it can be on signs and card whenever you are ready." He smiled.

"I think I'm ready now." I smiled.