The next morning, I woke up in a good mood, went through my morning routine, and called my mom to share the latest news with her. She wasn't entirely sure about it because the idea wasn't too clear to her. To confirm my decision, I asked Adam to show me the artspace that would be mine and his workspace. He agreed, and we planned to visit the place the following Saturday since I wouldn't have any classes.
Throughout the week, I worked diligently on my collection and continued talking to Adam. He was genuinely nice, treating me well, checking on me daily, and taking care of me. I couldn't help but wonder if I might develop a crush on him, but I reminded myself that love was not on the agenda at the moment. I had experienced enough relationship ups and downs in my life.
Finally, Saturday arrived, and Adam sent me the location. I found myself in a charming area filled with houses and a beautiful garden adorned with vibrant flowers. The garage had a cozy interior with wooden décor, a large table at its center, and handcrafted suspensions to illuminate the space. Everything was perfect and styled to my liking. I couldn't help but fall in love with it. There were only two things missing: my drawing tools and me.
I decided to video call my mom to show her the space, and she seemed to like it. I then took a seat and said to Adam, "Well, I love the space; it's beautiful, and the view outside is breathtaking!"
Adam replied with a smile, "I'm delighted that you like it! Now, what do you think?"
I pondered for a moment before responding, "Hmm, now we need some paperwork to confirm that everything is in order, maybe a contract..."
Adam reassured me, saying, "It's ready; I completed it yesterday. All you have to do is read it and sign."
I began reading the contract carefully, ensuring that it aligned with what Adam had explained to me earlier. After finishing, I said, "Okay... perfect!"
With the contract sorted, I informed Adam that I would return home to gather my art supplies and start working during the weekend. He insisted on accompanying me and offering assistance, which I agreed to. I opted for a leisurely walk instead of taking his car.
I mentioned, "It's close by, so we can walk."
Adam agreed, and we started walking. During our journey, we discussed art extensively. I cherished the fact that there was someone genuinely interested in my art and willing to share thoughts and ideas. His support was heartwarming, and I appreciated that he understood me without requiring lengthy explanations. He seemed like a promising friend for the future.
Upon reaching my house, I asked Adam to wait outside while I retrieved my belongings. I went upstairs to find the girls and greeted them. They inquired about my early morning departure, and I explained that I had important work to attend to and didn't want to disturb their sleep.
One of the girls, Israe, appeared curious and pressed for more information. Wiam, another roommate, was more understanding and offered to prepare breakfast for me. I thanked her and assured them that I had already eaten some snacks earlier.
I went on to inform them about Adam and the workspace, and Israe couldn't help but speculate about a budding romance. I clarified, "No, we're not dating. We're starting to work together today. He and I will be co-workers, collaborating on art projects, and this is just the beginning. It's not finalized yet. I came here to gather my things, and he's waiting for me downstairs. Once we're done, you'll be the first to see. Okay?"
Israe teased me, "Congratulations on your new boyfriend."
I protested, "He's not my boyfriend!"
The girls chuckled, and Wiam offered her congratulations, saying, "I'm happy for you."
I expressed my gratitude, and after collecting my belongings, I returned downstairs. I found Adam waiting with a smile, holding a box, while I carried a bag.
We headed back to the workspace, contemplating how to organize and decorate the area to make it both aesthetic and artistically inspiring.
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art shivers
Teen Fiction"This book was inspired by some of my life experiences, but I added some of the imaginary thoughts I've always had. It's not an autobiography; it's just a young love story created by my imagination. When I was truly in love, I had someone as an insp...