“Are you asking what is your project or what is cardstock?”
“Can you call me Ted?” He gazed into my eyes, the green of his a vivid forest. “The detective title sounds out of place.”
Flustered by the intensity in his eyes, I looked away. “Sure. Why not, that’s your name isn’t it?” What is it about Roget—Ted—that caused words to start flowing before the mind engaged?
“It’s just paper.” Why did men get so bent out of shape by hues? I stood in the middle of the aisle and pointed at the reds and then the blues. “What color is predominant in the photo you’re using for your layout?”
He grimaced. “This was a spur of the moment decision. I had nothing else to do tonight."
"I figured that.” I refrained from rubbing my hands in malicious glee. It was time to turn the tables. Let him feel uncomfortable and out of his league.
He reached forward and pulled out a burgundy sheet, the color closest to his reach. The best way to know a person was to see what their private life was like. And this was my opportunity, so I went through the wide open door. "If you’re not going to enter into the contest, I’m willing to waive the subject of the photograph for your layout. Do you have an idea of what kind of picture you’d like to put on the layout?"
"Not really.” He returned the burgundy and removed a sheet of Christmas red.
"Please don’t tell me you’re not a picture-taking kind of guy."
"Not too much in life to take photos of."
I gaped at him. “Of course there is. Everyone’s life is worth documenting. What about holiday celebrations, mile-stones in your life, your work, or family?"
Sadness appeared in his eyes. He pivoted and continued down the row of paper. “My little girl loves green. The brighter the better."
Questions tumbled through my mind about his daughter, but it was none of my business. Besides finding out what shade of green his little girl preferred. A jade green color caught my eye and I pointed it out to Ted.
With a blinding grin, he shook his head. Squatting down, he grabbed a handful of neon green cardstock from the bottom slot of the paper rack.