At Ian's Place - Part XVI, in which...I dunno. Cosmo maybe spills some beans.
I was expecting someone. "Yeah, he doesn't just walk in like you do." I went for the door to let in Cosmo, who handed over my leather portfolio. There's a digital portfolio on my website that most people see first, but tangibility - tactile input - is still important to me. And the smell...paper and leather. Some clients also want the old-school experience. "Hey, Libby..." Cosmo was already looking at Phil; surely they'd met. I held out the portfolio until Phil acquiesced and put down the mandolin. "You've met Phil, yeah?" Both men nodded. "He paints. Did you know he paints?" Phil winced as he flipped open the brass snap. "It's been known to happen. This is interesting stuff here. Different. Hey, Cosmo." "Hey, Phil! I think you went to Cal Poly for architecture?" Cosmo hovered near the door. Phil leaned still against the loveseat, not looking up, flipping pages. "Got a BArch. I guess you would know ea...