“Good morning, may I have your name please?”

“Jones. Trevor Jones.”

“Welcome to our needlepoint society convention Mr Jones. It’s lovely to have you here.”

Trevor blushed a bit upon receiving the dainty nametag, his name embroidered in the centre of a beautifully designed frame design placed in a wooden embroidery hoop.

“Hah, these are so cute.”

“I’m glad you like them. I hope you have a great day here today.”

“Thank you.”

Trevor struggled somewhat with the safety pin but managed to wear his name tag nice and proud. He opened the door to the large convention centre and entered. He quickly scanned across the whole room and struggled to find anyone in his age group or build. Most of the people in the room were female and his mother or grandmother’s age. Trevor was a fire fighter and an avid body builder. He loved his job and enjoyed chiselling his body into shape but dealing with the pressures from dangerous situations was an occupational hazard that each individual firefighter had to come up with their own tactics to deal with. Trevor had chosen needlepoint which somehow soothed and relaxed him. He thought perhaps because it helped him become he could get lost in the moment when he was focusing on systematically creating a pattern by exercising a steady hand in a calm manner.

“Excuse me.. are you Trevor?”

“Yes..?”

“Oh my god, someone said you were huge but wow. Oops, sorry. Um.. I’m a major fan of your work.. I check out your work on your Instagram account all the time, your work is so intricate and delicate and has so much detail.”

Trevor smiled.

“Thanks.”