clearing his throat." ehm.. you, you have paint on your face." he say.I brush my hands to my cheeks to remove the said paint.
he laugh again."its in your forehead, and your making your face more colorful." I look at my hands filled with different colors maybe from the brush earlier.
"here."he gave me his handkerchief. I mumble some thanks and use my phone as my mirror to remove the paint on my face, and stop looking dumb infront of everyone.
I have to keep my reputation specially infront of my crush.
"I'm sorry, for the inconvenience.. mmm mabye I can paint you tomorrow you or maybe I can give you a refund." he say as I finish clearing my face while he put his things on his bag and ready to go.
"maybe paint me, but I can't do it tomorrow since I have meeting with teachers." I reply
"ah President thing?" he ask, which I reply with nod.
"maybe the after tomorrow, are you okay with that?"
"yes,what time tho?"
"hmm.. maybe after class or in breaktime? you choose I'm okay with anytime." I reply following him exiting the booth.
"then I'll choose after class" he say looking at his phone.
"its after class then." I smile at him and bid my goodbye as we reach the restroom for him to change.
"see you, tomorrow I guess"
YOU ARE READING
The Painter and his Lover
أدب الهواةI'll hold you in my heart, till I can hold you in my arms.