Laughing GasAs Ariadne entered the warehouse for another day at work, she started sketching the buildings quickly. She didn't even greet Arthur whose eyes were locked to his laptop. Yusuf looked up from his experimenting table but then got back to work. Eames was sitting around, doing nothing.Laughing Gas3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The scratching of her pencil echoed through the giant room. Eames raised his eyebrows in curiosity. What was she doing? He walked over to her work station.
"You haven't said a word since you came here darling." He cooed.
"I'm working." She told him firmly, not even nudging her eyes off the paper.
"Working awfully fast." He observed. "How can you draw that quickly and still make it look nice?"
"Eames, I'm trying to get my work done here. I have to make a concert hall, ok? So get a coffee or something."
"Bloody hell, what has your panties in a bunch?"
Ariadne dropped her pencil on the desk.
"If you must know, I have to leave early today to get a cavity removed." She didn't sound too thrilled. Eames sensed some