On The Desk

"Okay" Tilly March arched his thick eye brows, "what to do, what to do?" Tilly stared down at Bart straped to the bolted bar stool. This is what you wanted" Tilly pinched the bridge of his glasses, ran a hand through his rust and sand hair then rested on his matured cheekbone.Then he reluctantly reached into Barts school satchel for The Notebook.