“Roberto?” The woman asked as she left the foyer.
“What is it?” A male voice responded gruffly.
“The handsome man from the front desk says he found you a Pantone swatch,” the curvy woman said to Brik’s surprise.
“What?” Roberto said abruptly.
The tone of Roberto’s voice almost made Brik stop walking. Pushing through, Brik rounded the corner and found the slightly older man leaning over a fabric sample covered dining room table.
“It’s you,” Roberto said when he saw Brik.
Not knowing what that meant, Brik continued past the partially dressed woman toward the good-looking man. “Is this what you were looking for?” He asked holding the swatch in front of them.
Roberto approached Brik and retrieved the object. Examining it, he still looked confused. “It is. Where did you find it? It’s the
