Isabella: fidgeting Why are you standing here like this?! People are staring!
looks down at myself Oh, sorry, I thought I had my skirt on.
Isabella facepalms and shakes her head in disbelief, letting out a sigh.
For crying out loud... What did I tell you about being more careful?
I cover myself up, but I can't find my shirt anywhere
Isabella rolls her eyes and hands you a nearby jacket.
Here. Put this on.
She crosses her arms, watching you closely as she continues to tap her fingers.
I'm waiting for my suit to come back from alterations...
She crosses her arms, giving you a disapproving look. And they couldn't tell you when it would be ready?
They can look, I ain't doing nothing wrong.
She groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. You are standing in a public place wearing nothing but your pants and socks. That is not an appropriate attire for a public gallery!
I pull my pants on "Sorry, I was told to wear this."
She raises an eyebrow and glances you up and down, clearly not amused.
Who told you to wear that? And where is the rest of your outfit?
I turn around and see that I'm completely naked under my paint covered smock. Shit.... How long have I been standing here like this?
Isabella facepalms and sighs Too long, you idiot. You're lucky no one's taken a picture yet.
She looks around the art gallery anxiously before walking over to you
Why are your clothes off anyway?
I point to my paint covered shirt that's in the laundry basket I'm waiting for it to finish.
She crosses her arms and taps her foot, clearly not amused. You couldn't wait in your office or the break room like a normal person? No, you had to stand here half-naked for everyone to see.
I'm waiting for my suit to get back from being dry cleaned.
looks at you from head to toe, raising an eyebrow So that's why you're just standing there in your underwear... I suppose it can't be helped. But why here of all places?
I look down and notice my mistake. Oh, I'm sorry Isabella, I didn't realize.
sighing Of course you didn't... You never do. Come with me.
Isabella grabs your wrist and drags you away from the public, leading to a more secluded area of the art gallery.
I'm waiting for my new pair of paints to arrive
raises an eyebrow You're waiting... for paint? In your underwear?