Pietro Maximoff was never late. Tardy, perhaps, but never late. That word did not exist as far as he was concerned, except perhaps with regard to other people. So if he was a few minutes behind, it was always for good reason. And as annoyed as everyone seemed when he finally burst through the door to the studio, they seemed to relent at least somewhat when he came in bearing cups of coffee and freshly baked French pastries that seemed remarkably authentic.
Slung over his back was his own guitar case, and as he stepped through the booth and toward the door that led into the studio itself, an apologetic smile touching his lips as he slipped in through the door. In one hand he held a tall coffee, in the other a napkin with two berry tarts. He came to a stop beside her, holding both hands out as if extending an olive branch. “Sweets for the sweet.”
Alison laughed slightly, before holding her hand up to signal to stop. While she had accounted for his lateness, she hadn’t accounted for his flamboyant entrance nor the tarts that looked suspiciously like they had been bought from Paris–this caused the small smile to grow into a wide grin. “Later.” She stated, motioning with her left hand for him to sit down on the unoccupied stall.
From the very corner of her eye, she could see the producer and the various staff breathe a sigh of relief–they were probably as annoyed as she was, which was saying something considering she had previously been contemplating blowing up the clock in the other room. “If you haven’t noticed, we’ve got work to do and if we don’t get it done–you’re not going to get paid, and neither am I.” She held up his sheet music in her right hand; while she didn’t have time to write her own song from scratch, the company had arranged for them to do a cover of one of her all time favorite songs ‘Need you now’ by Lady Antebellum. It meant that no only did she already know most of the lyrics and chords, she could play a bit of guitar too. Though she presumed Pietro was mostly going to be doing that, or whatever he wanted to do–she wasn’t his Mum.
