She spun around, a few of her beads

She spun around, a few of her beads and stones went rolling across the table and landed on the floor, bouncing and shattering, some rolled into the corner.
Isla forgot all about being shocked over Arturo’s sudden appearance.
“Shit!”
She placed her work carefully on the mat she worked on so nothing else would roll away, and then rushed over to pick up the beads and stones before they were lost forever in some hidden nook or cranny of the house.
It looked like only two of them had smashed, but a few others had cracked. Whatever, she could still use them and it would look more like a stylistic choice.
“I didn’t see you there.” She glanced over her shoulder as she scooped up the other colored stones.
To her shock, Arturo bent down and picked up a couple as well. “Caught you when you were working,” he said, standing straight and looking at her necklace, at all the glittering pieces she’d been assembling, almost like a puzzle. “I hope I didn’t ruin it. It looks good.”
“Thanks.” She was not too happy to have dropped so many glass pieces and stones. She corrected herself quickly, however.
The way to win him over, at least as a friend, wasn’t by being pissy with him. “Uh, how long have you been standing there?”
“A few minutes.” He placed the stones and glass beads he’d grabbed onto the mat where they wouldn’t roll away. “You did this for your grandfather’s boutique.”
“You know I did.” She looked around quickly and found nothing else. There were probably some more beads missing, but she got to her feet and returned what she’d found to the mat.
Because of how clean the floors were, there were no stray hairs or bits of dust on the glass. The broken pieces she’d have to either throw away, or find some way of using them that would look unique and interesting enough to attract a buyer.
“I’ll have you reimbursed for the damages,” he offered as he reached forward to take the glass. “I’ll call someone to dispose of these.”
“No.”
She grabbed onto Arturo’s hand without thinking. Both of her small hands wrapped around his much larger one.
It was warm and calloused in some places. Her heart beat so damned fast that her face heated like she was in front of a stove. The heat was unbearable.
The sound of her own heart was the only sound in her ears, and for whatever reason, her grip on his hand tightened, instead of letting go.
Let go. Let go!
She finally did, but the burning sizzle that began in her palms, heating her all the way up her arms and to her neck and face, remained.
Like she'd just drank a full bottle of hot sauce and was now tingling all over because of it.
Arturo was giving her a strange look.
"Sorry, that was an accident," she said. "You don't have to have them thrown out. I don't know what I'll use them for, but I can probably find a way."
"You use broken pieces for jewelry?"
Isla picked up one of the cracked pieces. “Everyone has different tastes. Some people like that look. To them it might look like cracked ice." She thought about that for a moment. "And a lot of these beads are sky or pale blue, so I could probably make something that looks like ice for when Christmas rolls around."
She was already planning what that piece would look like in her head, excited now that the idea was there. This was great. This was absolutely the best.
"You're smiling," he murmured, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile she couldn't really decipher. "I take it this is a good thing."
"I just got an idea, so it's a very good thing."
He shook his head, still with that quirk in his lips. "I still can't believe women enjoy broken jewelry."
"It's not broken if it has a purpose. Not all girls like diamonds and rubies. Sometimes something a little more personal looking does just as well."
She was very aware of the way Arturo's eyes travelled up and down—not her entire body, but from her waist area to her throat and then her ears.
He was looking at the rings she wore—of which she only had two—her bracelet, the necklace around her neck, and her earrings.
She pointed to her ring. "This is an old ladies watch. It's kind of steampunk, but these are real rubies inside."
"I know."
Of course, he would know. The watch around his wrist probably had diamonds inside of it.
"Did you make all of these?" he asked.
"Yes, but they don't all have broken pieces, and some of the pieces I made with polymer clay."
She pointed to the little roses on her earrings, necklace, and bracelet. "See?"
"I do," he said, though he was now frowning a little. "Martina said you wanted to see me?"
Isla's eyes widened. "Oh, she said that?"
"Do you not want to see me?"
Shit. "I do, but I heard you were busy with business. I didn't think I'd see you here for a few more hours."
Arturo shrugged. "I needed a break, and there's some things we need to discuss anyway."
"My grandfather's boutique?"
Arturo shook his head. "No. I'll be taking you out. We will be seen together, and there will likely be photographs."
"Oh, is that it?" she asked, shrugging. "Sure. I can do that.

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Dia berputar, beberapa manik-manik dan batu pergi bergulir di meja dan mendarat di lantai, memantul dan menghancurkan, beberapa meluncur ke sudut.
Isla lupa semua tentang disetrum selama kemunculan tiba-tiba Arturo ini.
"Sial!"
Dia menempatkan dirinya bekerja dengan hati-hati pada gelaran dia bekerja pada jadi tidak ada lagi yang akan menggelinding, dan kemudian bergegas untuk mengambil manik-manik dan batu sebelum mereka hilang selamanya di beberapa sudut tersembunyi atau celah dari rumah.
itu tampak seperti hanya dua dari mereka telah hancur , tapi beberapa orang lain telah retak. Apapun, ia masih bisa menggunakannya dan itu akan terlihat lebih seperti pilihan gaya.
"Saya tidak melihat Anda di sana." Dia menoleh ke belakang saat ia meraup batu berwarna lainnya.
Untuk shock, Arturo membungkuk dan memungut up pasangan juga. "Tertangkap Anda ketika Anda sedang bekerja," katanya, berdiri tegak dan melihat kalung, di semua bagian berkilauan dia telah merakit, hampir seperti sebuah teka-teki. "Saya harap saya tidak merusaknya. Ini terlihat baik. "
" Terima kasih. "Dia tidak terlalu senang telah menjatuhkan potongan-potongan kaca dan batu begitu banyak. Dia mengoreksi dirinya sendiri dengan cepat, namun.
Cara untuk memenangkan dirinya, setidaknya sebagai teman, tidak dengan menjadi pissy dengan dia. "Uh, sudah berapa lama Anda pernah berdiri di sana?"
"Beberapa menit." Dia meletakkan batu dan manik-manik kaca ia meraih ke tikar di mana mereka tidak akan menggelinding. "Anda melakukan ini untuk butik kakekmu."
"Kau tahu aku lakukan." Dia melihat sekeliling dengan cepat dan menemukan tidak ada yang lain. Ada mungkin beberapa manik-manik yang lebih hilang, tapi dia bangkit dan kembali apa yang dia temukan ke matras.
Karena bagaimana bersih lantai itu, tidak ada rambut tersesat atau bit debu pada kaca. Pecahan dia harus baik membuang, atau menemukan beberapa cara menggunakan mereka yang akan terlihat unik dan cukup menarik untuk menarik pembeli.
"Saya harus Anda dikembalikan untuk kerusakan," ia menawarkan sambil mengulurkan tangan untuk mengambil kaca. "Saya akan memanggil seseorang untuk membuang ini."
"Tidak."
Dia meraih ke tangan Arturo tanpa berpikir. Kedua tangan kecil memeluk salah satu nya jauh lebih besar.
Itu hangat dan kapalan di beberapa tempat. Hatinya mengalahkan begitu terkutuk cepat sehingga wajahnya dipanaskan seperti dia berada di depan kompor. Panas tak tertahankan.
Suara hatinya sendiri adalah satu-satunya suara di telinganya, dan untuk alasan apa pun, cengkeramannya di tangannya diperketat, bukan melepaskan.
Lepaskan. Mari pergi!
Dia akhirnya melakukan, tetapi mendesis terbakar yang dimulai di telapak tangan, pemanasan nya semua jalan sampai lengannya dan leher dan wajahnya, tetap.
Seperti yang baru saja minum sebotol penuh dengan saus panas dan sekarang kesemutan seluruh karena itu.
Arturo sedang memberikan tatapan aneh.
"Maaf, itu kecelakaan," katanya. "Anda tidak harus memiliki mereka dilempar keluar. Aku tidak tahu apa yang akan saya menggunakannya untuk, tapi aku mungkin bisa menemukan jalan."
"Anda menggunakan potongan-potongan perhiasan?"
Isla mengangkat salah satu retak potongan. "Setiap orang memiliki selera yang berbeda. Beberapa orang seperti yang terlihat. Untuk mereka mungkin terlihat seperti es retak. "Dia memikirkan hal itu sejenak." Dan banyak dari manik-manik ini langit atau biru pucat, jadi saya mungkin bisa membuat sesuatu yang tampak seperti es ketika Natal gulungan sekitar. "
Dia sudah merencanakan apa yang sepotong akan terlihat seperti di kepalanya, senang sekarang bahwa ide itu ada. ini adalah besar. ini benar-benar yang terbaik.
"Kau tersenyum," gumamnya, sudut mulutnya kembali di senyum dia tidak bisa benar-benar menguraikan. "saya bawa ini adalah hal yang baik."
"aku baru saja mendapat ide, jadi itu adalah hal yang sangat baik."
Dia menggeleng, masih dengan kekhasan dalam bibirnya. "aku masih bisa 't percaya perempuan menikmati perhiasan yang rusak. "
" Ini tidak rusak jika memiliki tujuan. Tidak semua perempuan seperti berlian dan batu rubi. Kadang-kadang sesuatu yang sedikit lebih pribadi melihat tidak sama dengan baik. "
Dia sangat menyadari cara mata Arturo bepergian naik dan turun-tidak seluruh tubuhnya, tapi dari daerah pinggang ke tenggorokannya dan kemudian telinganya.
Dia melihat cincin yang dikenakannya-yang ia hanya memiliki dua-nya gelang, kalung di lehernya, dan anting-antingnya.
dia menunjuk cincinnya. "ini adalah wanita tua menonton. Ini semacam steampunk, tetapi ini adalah batu rubi yang nyata di dalam. "
" Aku tahu. "
Tentu saja, dia akan tahu. Jam tangan di pergelangan tangannya mungkin memiliki berlian di dalamnya.
" Apakah Anda membuat semua ini? "Tanyanya.
" Ya, tetapi mereka tidak semua memiliki potongan rusak, dan beberapa potongan saya dibuat dengan polymer clay. "
dia menunjuk mawar kecil di anting-anting, kalung, dan gelang." Lihat? "
" aku lakukan, "katanya , meskipun ia sekarang mengerutkan kening sedikit. "kata Martina Anda ingin bertemu saya?"
mata Isla melebar. "Oh, dia mengatakan bahwa?"
"Apakah Anda tidak ingin melihat saya?"
Sial. "saya lakukan, tapi saya mendengar Anda sibuk dengan bisnis. Saya tidak berpikir saya akan melihat Anda di sini selama beberapa jam. "
Arturo mengangkat bahu." Aku butuh istirahat, dan ada beberapa hal yang perlu kita diskusikan pula. "
" Butik kakekku? "
Arturo menggeleng." Tidak. Aku akan mengambil Anda keluar. Kami akan melihat bersama-sama, dan ada kemungkinan akan foto-foto. "
" Oh, adalah bahwa hal itu? "Tanyanya sambil mengangkat bahu." Tentu. Saya bisa melakukan itu.