Sinner H.S

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Valentine Fitz

"Here you, go!" I hand Mrs. Montgomery her bill. "Thank you darling." She smiles, "So glad with what you've done with the place." She compliments as she looks around. My art studio, used to be an old laundromat when I first bought it. I cleaned everything up and re decorated it. Dark red walls painted at the back of the room, and cream colour on the sides.

I have a ton of paintings that are up on my wall. Some I made myself or some that I bought and got permission to re sell it. I love art, but not just with paint. Pottery is one of my favourite hobby's. Half of the stuff I own, I made.

I smile at her compliment. "Thank you, Mrs. Montgomery. Have a nice day!" I wave her off.

Mrs. Montgomery has seen my business grow since day one. She's one of my regulars so I always give her a discount. It's now 8:20. My shop is officially closed. My phone vibrates on the table. I look down to see Camille had texted me.

Camille
Do you want me to pick you up?

Camille and I have this unspoken rule that every Friday we'd go down to the local pub and I would sing karaoke for everyone there. I love going to these things. Singing is such a huge passion of mine. I sang ever since I was a little kid. Everyone told me I had a great voice.

I agree to her text and quickly make sure everything is set for closing.

I go check the art rooms where I do most of my pottery and paintings. I check that my pottery clay is all closed so it doesn't harden overnight, making sure all the paint cans are in order and shut tightly. Once everything is all ready, I grab my things and turn over the closing sign.

Fitz Studios is now closed

By the time I come out, Camille's car is already parked outside of my shop. I throw my stuff in the backseat and hop in.

"Are you ready?" She asks me. I nod. "Been looking forward to this since the moment I woke up." I admit. And off we are to the Pub.

We're locals at this pub, everyone knows who we are and we're all friendly. I used to work here when I was 17 still in school, trying to find a way to pay rent. Once we reach the pub we walk over to the security and they immediately let us in.

There's slight music playing once we get inside, the place is packed. I smile at everyone here. "Hey! Look who's here!" Ricardo, who owns the pub announces to everyone at the bar. I smile, taking a seat at one of the bar stools. Everyone seated there notices Camille and I and they all start to smile.

"Valentine!" This place is heavily influenced by Mexicans so I can hear all their accents coming off by saying my name. I chuckle. "How are you guys? I feel like I haven't seen you in so long." I say. Ricardo starts making my usual drink, a sprite. I don't really like to drink alcohol when I'm about to sing. But trust me, if I wasn't singing tonight I would've been having all the drinks Ricardo can make.

"Well, you've only been coming here once a week, of course it's gonna seem like that." Alejandro, a regular costumer jokes. I laugh, "Sorry, it's just been really busy at my shop." I reply. He just looks at me up and down, "Mhm." I smile, shaking my head.

Ricardo hands me my drink.

"Camille, how about you? How's everything."

Camille loves fashion design , has been an interest since high school. Every time I'd see her she would always have a drawing of the dress she was going to design, a note book in her hand. And when there wasn't one, all she would talk about was fashion and different types of fabrics, what's her favourite and least favourite, and her manager being a bitch. And of course I love her for that, I'm always there listening.