"AURORA! You are working! we have customers there, stop daydreaming and go help her!" I heard my boss yelling at me.
I sighed and put my customer service smile on. I walked to the desk and tried to be as polite as I could.
"Hi! What can I get you?" I asked the woman at the counter. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and trousers. Her head was low and she was wearing a cap so I couldn't see her eyes.
"Can I get a coffee and a piece of carrot cake?" she asked quietly. Her voice was a bit raspy. She sounded tired.
"Sure! Are you going to eat here?" I tried to sound happy.
"Yes," she answered quickly. The woman was constantly looking around. It seemed like she wanted to be sure no one was looking at her.
"okay, that'll be 6.80," I said as I put the coffee amd the carrot cake ready for her.
"thank you," she muttered.
When the woman turned around to go to the table, I noticed few strands of her hair. It was clearly bleached.
I knew my boss lied when he said that we had customers here, there was only one. the woman with bleached hair. I knew that there wouldn't be many because it was only 11.38. on Wednesday so everyone was working.
I sat down on the chair behind the counter and pulled my sketchbook out. I took a moment to admire the woman with bleached hair. She had taken her cap off. I could see her side profile, her nose was straight and her lips were parted little bit. She had red lipstick on. I couldn't see her eyes but I was sure they were beautiful. she had sharp bangs and her hair was slightly curled.
I started to sketch her. I wanted to capture her beauty. She was scrolling through her phone so she didn't see me admire her.
There was something familiar with the woman. I felt like I had met her before but at the same time I was sure that I wasn't.
I was so focused on sketching I didn't notice how the woman came to the counter.
" Um... excuse me. I wanted to ask something," she said with a small smile as I jumped little.
"Yes?" I questioned.
"Who painted these paintings here? They're beautiful," she asked. She seemed like she was actually interested about them.
"I did. Why'd you ask?"
"They're beautiful, I love the style," she complimented. Her smile was beautiful, little sad and tired but still beautiful.
"Thank you, thank you for saying that," I said smile, "No one has ever complimented my art here, I appreciate it a lot."
There we stood. I was behind the counter, she was on the other side. I opened my mouth to talk but then my boss yelled at me. Again.
"AURORA, COME WASH THESE DISHES! THEY WON'T WASH THEMSELVES!"
"Perkele," I mumbled under my breath, "I'm sorry, I have to go to wash the dishes," I apologized.
"It was nice to talk to you, I'm Taylor, by the way," the woman, Taylor, said.
"It was, hope I see you again! I seriously have to go now," I told her and quickly walked to the back.
*oh how I wish I could open my cheap ass screw top Rosé and drink and paint till I black out*
This job was terrible. My boss, Steve, was an absolute idiot. He flirted with every single female worker, including me, and let the male workers do whatever they wanted. And he has hated me ever since I rejected him. Men, ew.
*fast forward few hours*
The day at the café was boring, there were never many customers here.
After my shift I left as quickly as possible. I didn't want to spend time in that horrible place.
The walk back to my apartment was short, but I had to take a longer route. I had to go buy paints, I had used all my reds and blues a few days ago. I needed a specific blue, not that I couldn't mix colours, but I needed that right undertone so I could bring the vibrant blue eyes alive on the canvas.
As I walked in the art supplies store I smelled the familiar smell of paints. I strolled to the oil paints and picked french ultramarine and a few other shades of blue and a few reds. *this is gonna be expensive* I thought.
I checked the price. Yep, just like I suspected, one tube was £18.25 and these were the cheaper ones.
When I finally opened my door, Goose was there welcoming me home. Gosh how much I love that cat. I pulled my sketchbook out of my bag and sat on the sofa and started to memorize the beautiful blue eyes I saw today. Goose jumped on my lap and purred softly.
"I saw a gorgeous woman today," I whispered to the cat," she was familiar somehow. I'd like to know her better," I smiled and scratched Goose behind her ears.
"Now I just need to figure out what I'm gonna do, I'm just some useless lesbian, I don't even know how to talk to girls!" I told the cat, "and now I'm talking to my cat, wonderful, I'm officially fucked in the head."
When I finished the sketch of the woman's, Taylor's, eyes I walked to my so called studio, in other words, the extra bedroom that didn't have a purpose until I figured that I could paint in the room.
I painted the rest of the day and most of the night. Luckily I didn't have work the next day.
When the painting was done it was already 2.49 in the morning. I took a picture of the work and decided to post it on Instagram.
auroras.art90
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auroras.art90 not my usual style but hey, it's nice to change styles every once in a while
comments user18371: why do I feel like these eyes are familiar userxyz: gorgeous painting, as usual userlolxd: can you paint Goose? usertayfan: omg are these Taylors eyes😱😱 meressuperfan: replying to usertayfan oh my god, it's definitely Taylor's eyes kittymom: found you😉 see more comments
author's note first chapter done! it's a bit hurried but I managed to write it on time!
so, I had a surprisingly good time writing this, I hope you liked it.
