𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴

𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦

𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭

Today is the day! Today is the first day I'm showing San Francisco my art. Hopefully they like it and buy it. I already started feeling my anxiety start to kick in, just thinking about the gallery.

I slipped on a polkadot mini dress and put my hair in a high ponytail, leaving a small section of my hair out. I already had everything in my car, all I needed was a cup of coffee to let my nerves settle down.

God what if no one likes the paintings? What if no one buys the paintings in general. I bit my lip nervously as I drove to the coffee shop. I can't think negatively it won't end well. I will do great. Everyone will love it.

Getting out of the car I quickly walked into the coffee shop. Luckily there was no one in line, I ordered my usual to go and left quickly. Shoot. It's 7:35, I was supposed to be there at 7:20.

I walked into the gallery and saw the crowd of professional people walking around in their expensive merchandise. They all pointed and looked at each painting discussing its every little detail. I walked to my bosses office and he was practically pacing back and forth, stressing.

"There you are! Where have you been?" My boss was a short man with glasses, and some knock off designer clothing. His hair parted to the side with a ton of gel. Chris. He's kinda nice.....I think he is, I've only known the man for 4 weeks.

"Sorry, there was so much traffic, but I got here with the paintings, where do you want them set up?" I asked holding my 7 paintings.

"Anywhere there is space, make sure the guest are happy, give them what they want okay?" I nodded walking out to an empty part of the gallery.

I began hanging up my paintings carefully, all that raced through my mind was how everyone was not on this side of the gallery. What if they don't see my paintings? I walked around making sure everything was okay and organized. A lot of rich people for sure.

I decided to step away from my paintings, if I didn't I would be overthinking non stop. It's not like I am right now, I'm just busy making sure everyone and everything is under control and pleasant.

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I stood in front of my last painting, all of the others ones were sold. Six of my paintings were sold. I can't believe it, all I wanted to do was cry out of happiness.

"This one?" This girl with blonde hair a bit taller then me pointed to my painting. I looked at her feeling my heart overwhelm with happiness and shock. "I want it, Josh buy it right now. It's perfect, it reminds me of a fantasy land, the fairy holding the frog in a meadow. I don't think I've seen something so beautiful"

I wanted to hug her and tell her thank you but I feel like that would be weird to do to a stranger. She looked at me give me a smile, that slowly turned into a shocked face.

"Were you going to buy that?" Her eyes widened, I shook my head and smiled.

"No, I-um, I made that, I just didn't think anyone would buy it"

"Oh my god! No way! I'm Logan, your art is so beautiful, I love it." She ran her hand through her blonde shoulder length hair.

I looked down moving my hair out of my face "thank you, it means a lot. Literally" I giggled softly.

She nodded and bit her lip softly "you doing anything tonight? My boyfriend and I are going bowling, if you wanna join? You don't seem like a crazy serial killer"

"Are you sure? I don't want to third wheel-"

"Non-sense, do you or do you not want to come? I think we can become good friends" I do need friends.... Well this is a new way of making friends but why not? What's the worst that can happen?

"Sure"

"Sick, okay come on girlfriend" she grabbed my hand practically dragging me out of the gallery.

"Wait but my car, I can leave it here" She bit her lip trying to think of something. I felt a cool breeze hit us. Goosebumps spread all over my body.

"Give me your phone number, I'll text you the address of the bowling place, meet us there." Logan handed me her phone, I carefully took it putting in my phone number. "Cool, I'll see you there girly" she walked over to her boyfriend.

I think I just made my first friend in the city.
Not bad.