“Thanks. I think.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
He looked at the rough floor plan on my screen and pointed to the spare wall.
“You planning to hire somebody?”
“Not immediately. I want to make sure I’m not just having a good month. Maybe start by checking who’s available for guest days, someone whose work fits what we do without copying either of us.”
“Good. Because I am not training an idiot.”
“Noted.”
“And don’t let anybody talk you into a cheap chair. You’ll hate yourself every time you sit a client in it.”
I wrote that down too. He had a point about the equipment and the training. Every new artist would bring their own habits, and I’d be responsible for making sure the shop maintained the standards people were coming here to expect.
When Stitch went to meet his next client, I walked
