charming_thief

Neal didn't have a ton of students, and he didn't know if any of them even had parents visiting this weekend, but if they did and they were looking for the Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles teacher, they needed to look no further than this office.

He had his feet up on the desk, tracking anklet clearly visible just to get that out of the way, and while he waited for parents to arrive, he was preoccupying himself with looking up fall men's shoe collections. Because he could.

Today in his office, Neal was holding a hat that was different from his usual in that lacked a grosgrain overwelt and a diamond crown, as well as good taste. Instead, he spent the better part of the morning eyeing a winter hat that had fallen from the sky yesterday that attempted to mimic its style. The advantage of wearing this one in this particular weather, despite its utter lack of a respectable assault on the commonplace, was that it was wooly and had ear flaps. Finally, to escape the cold, he put it on over his head.

It did, however, match his cashmere scarf, though. That was a plus.

Neal's office hours were open, and full of a fashion-obsessed sophisticate.

As far as Neal was concerned, this gig was just about the perfect job. All he had to do was teach one class a week -- and about his own favorite things, no less. That was pretty much perfect. And the students weren't awful. Today he was finishing setting up his office. Once he'd put up a couple paintings and a few little trinket-type things, he was all set up. He took a seat with his feet up on the desk, lazily stirring a cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. Maybe more kids would show up to badger him about being his assistant. That'd be fun.

Peter had no idea what he'd signed him up for. This was awesome.