Chapter 3 - PITA AND PHIL
"HI PITA, HI PHIL."
Both looked up from their workspaces, neither surprised but both happy to see me again. Pita was comfortable on her matching and color coordinated couch and coffee table set, replete with steaming cocoa that never got cold or empty. Phil was busy at his drafting table, with a model to hand, tape measures and calipers within arms reach, a tool box by the door next to his ball cap and gloves that he always wore outside.
Pita looked gorgeous as usual, her auburn hair arranged in another tasteful 'do which showed off her perfect, runway model features. Dressed in tight-fitting tunic and tights, her hands held various colored markers and pencils she used to design with. Legs crossed as only an assured woman can, she was relaxed and attentive to m
