Vibrant

Chapter 3

Like a statue, I frozed due to the scene that I have caused in front of me.

I don't know where should I be worried, the man who is now covered in paint or the painting in the canvass being soaked with the paint that fell earlier.

His eyes laid at the painting beside him in a couple of seconds, and his eyes widen when his realization arised.

He hurriedly took the canvass, and I can see how frustrated he is right now/ his frustration are visible from my vision.

"I-I'm sorry, well if you didn't startled me this wouldn't happen." I manage to defend myself.

He look at me in disbelief.

"So it's my fault for offering some help?" His eyebrow furrowed.

I slightly bit my lower lip feeling a bit guilty for what I have said.

"Just take your clothes off then I'll wash it for you." I suggest, trying to ease the situation.

"Now you want me to strip?" He asked with a hint of malice.

My face burned with embarrassment.

"Of course not right here." I quickly protest.

"Should I be thankful for that?" He brush his hair using his fingers, trying to remove some paint in that area.

"Well it's the least I can do." I laid my eyes again at the canvass.

"Maybe it can still be save." I referred to the painting his holding.

Instead of replying he put it in the trash bin without hesitation.

"I'm sorry." I softly said.

"Yeah you should be." He huskily stated.

"Well, it already happened so there's nothing I could do now." He placed his both arms in his waist, and slightly kick the empty can of paint.

A ring coming from a phone broke off the silence, and he quickly reach for it in his pocket without minding the paint on his hand.

"Yes, I'm already here." His baritone voice echoed.

He paused waiting for his recepient to speak from the other line.

"I'll be right there." He end up the call, and headed upstairs.

I leaned in the right side, giving him some enough space to walk.

"Clean up these mess before Cindy will be here." He said right before he passed by without meeting my eyes.

Such a gentleman huh.

Well, I don't have the right to complain because it is my fault in the first place, and I admit it just now.

A couple of minutes had passed before I completely cleaned up the floor.

My eyes darted at the canvass that he threw at the trash bin, and I carefully reach for it.

Even if I couldn't see the colors used by these painting, I could still recognized the figure that was drawn in the canvass.

The lower part is visible, but the upper was covered with paint erasing the upper part of a man.

He must have exert a lot of effort into making this one, and I just trash it with my clumsiness.

I took the painting with me on the way home while riding a bus.

It is already ten in the evening, and maybe if it isn't because of the commotion earlier I might be done sooner.