This Is It.

Chapter 7 - The Meet

Bianca's pov

I came out rushing from the bathroom. I slept in today. I had to go to the art studio today and I was running late. I could not be late on a Monday. I was new here and that would be a really bad impression.

At least I managed to unpack some of my clothes otherwise this place would be a mess. I took out my backpack and put light clothes inside because I had a dance class to attend. I went to stand by the door to just take a deep breath and make sure that I had everything I was going to need for the day. If I had not done that I was going to forget; my phone behind, to take off my shower cap, my windows still open and my lip balm. Chapped lips are a turn off.

I got everything and locked the door. I made my way down the stairs. Living in the 3rd floor was fun until I had to go down.

Luckily for me, the same man who brought me here on Friday was standing next to his car in the parking lot. I made my way towards him. I asked him if he could take me to the art studio and he agreed.

"Here is the address." I showed him the address. "My name is Bianca." I decided to tell him because by the way things were going, we were going to meet more often. "My name is Mpho. You can call me that I don't mind," he stated laughing. "How are you liking it here so far?" He asked. "Uhm besides the noise from the traffic in the mornings, everything is perfect." My phone started ringing and the call was from my brother. 

Ofcourse I did not answer it but I was tempted to hear what he was going to say. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"  I just looked at Mpho with a frown, "no." "Okay. You were moving around a lot and I just thought that maybe you're uncomfortable. Anyway we have arrived. "  I felt bad for making Mpho feel that way. I proceeded to give him his money and got out of the car.

It was a very busy street. The studio was covered in black paint  surprisingly, and the name of it was written in multiple bright colors 'CANVAS DIRECT'.  A wave of nerves hit me as I entered the studio and made my way to the reception. I felt glad that some of my paintings were going to be displayed in this beautiful place. There were lots of different paintings, painted by different artists using different styles. I knew that I was going to love working at this here.

My thought bubble burst when I realized that the receptionist was trying to talk to me. "Please forgive me.I was just admiring all the works," I pleaded. "It's fine. My name is Siza. How can I help you today?"

"I'm Bianca Miyana and I came here for-"

"Ofcourse it's you. I should have known! Just fill in this register and proceed to the back. That's where the boss's office is at," she interrupted. "Oh Ms Moreau's is here? Thank you Siza."  She looked at me like I had just said something wrong. I filled in the form and made my way to the back.

There were so many rooms at the back. I had a hard time deciding which one to knock on until I noticed that there was actually only one room with a black door. That just sealed the deal. I mean if I was a boss. I'd want my office to stand out a little too. I collected myself and knocked. I heard a feint come in from the inside and went in.

I did not expect what I saw inside. The room was extremely clean and so put together. All the curtains were opened and the sunlight made the room even brighter. It was the type that doctors had- white walls and lots of light. I was again interrupted with someone clearing their throat.

"Uhm hello. I mean, I mean goodmorning mam. My name is B-"

"-Biancs Miyana." That caught me off guard. I immediately became mute as no sound came out of my mouth.