Hidden in the eyes (S1 Ep.4-4)

We didn't have much time today to work together on the project, so during lunch, I discussed some ideas with Joan. How I imagine our own store, the items to sell, the collections, divided them into seasons and categories, which means we would use for disclosure our work… Several aspects since where to buy the "raw material" to the distribution of the "final product".

Rose: I spent last night describing, in a more specific way that I could, how do I see this idea of "do some pieces to sell" being developed.

Joan: "Some” I don’t think that will be enough now!

Rose: Ya! Last night I received your e-mail. And in this sense I started to develop the idea, settling some details that I think are important, so we don't get lost halfway and stay without knowing what we're doing.

Joan: Okay, may I? – Said pointing to the small file that I put in front of her.

Rose: Yes! I know that I got carried away by the idealization of our own space, but if we work with this objective we may have an opportunity to really have our atelier. A long-term goal, of course!

In my words, there was some fear. Maybe it's because at any moment I expect a revelation from Joan! The fact of not knowing if it would be bad news in regards to her grandma or whether it would be in relation to her will to our project it didn’t change my prediction of the result, I was sure about the end up, one way or another it would influence our work together.

Joan: Is it everything okay, Rose?

Rose: Yes! What do you think so far?

Joan: I wasn’t referring to the project. With you! If it is everything okay with you?

Rose: I'm a little tired, that's all. The enthusiasm of putting my hands to work didn't let me sleep very well last night. – The will to confront Joan and ask why she lied to me was imminent. I stopped myself! Although her mysterious air instigated my curiosity, what I really didn't understand was why she did not open up to me."

Despite having been a quiet lunch, despite I understand Joan’s effort to stay focused on every word of mine and her demonstration of enthusiasm for the new developments, I couldn't help feeling betrayed. She was clearly hiding something.

This was not the Joan I knew, I can't remember a single matter that was taboo among us. We talked openly about everything! The pranks that we pulled, all the things that we'd like to try, our dreams for when we grow up, well, we spoke about everything really because we knew that whatever it was said or made by us, we'd not judge each other. Even if we couldn’t accept it, we would always have respect between us.