Remember me?

Hazel

Today was an uninteresting day for Hazel until a celebrity walked into her small shop. In the morning an old lady bought a painting of a boeing flower vase Hazel made two years ago, then Rachel stopped buy and gave Hazel more of her sculptures.

Her and Hazel ran the buisiness together but Rachel lived in an apartment and not the store itself like Hazel.

After lunch break Hazel shoveled some snow that blocked her entrance.

Then Frank Zhang arrived.

He was tall and lean with a sunny disposition. His black hair had a thin layer of snow on it and his pale cheeks were pink from the cold.

"Oh my god, your Frank Zhang!" She exclaimed, "Um, hi my name is Hazel Levesque you probably don't remember me but we went to highschool together. You were a senior and k was a freshman."

"Well nice to meet you Hazel," Frank said. He could feel himself blushing.

"Great game tonight," she smiled.

"Oh thanks," Frank pointed to a large painting Hazel made two months ago.

"Did you paint this?" He asked.

"Yeah, I painted all of these. My friend Rachel does all the sculptures and stuff, and I donall the drawing and painting," she beamed.

"How much is it?" Frank asked.

"Um, well, let's see," she pulled the painting off the wall but almlst dropped it on her foot. Luckily, Frank caught it before it could. He held it for Hazel. She grabbed a tag from the back side of it.

"This one is 60 dollars," she said.

"Only 60? I'll give you 150." He offered.

Hazel gasped.

"Really?" She smiled.

"Really," Frank handed her a wad of 1's and 5's.

"Thank you!" She was stull smiling, "Have a nice day!"

"See you around?"

"Totally."

Hazel couldn't believe it. She got over doubel for a painting. And from one of her favorite athletes. Her heart was all a flutter. She checked the time

6:30pm

Closing time. She flipped the sign on the door from open to closed and walked back to her room on the back of the shop. She started on her next painting.

When she painted she didn't think, she just stroked her brush and let the brush do the work. She blended shades of blue and added accents of oramge to make it pop. She put intricate purple details in with bright hues of yellow.

When her canvas was filled a giant picture of a tropical fish popped on the onve white banner.

She checked the time again.

10:29pm.

Hazel set her painting down to dry and fell asleep with dreams of Frank filling her mind.

The next day Frank stopped by again. It was unusually warm that day but his cheeks were still red. He was definitely blushing today.

Hazel could feel herself blushing too.

"Um, hey there Hazel."

"Hi Frank, what are you doing back so soon?"

"Well, I really like your artwork, and I was wondering if you would accompany me to a show," he stuttered.

A broadway show? Hazel always wanted to see one but she could never afford it.

"Yes! Oh my god I've always wanted to see one!" She was smiling like crazy.

Franks sighed with relief.

"What show?" She asked.

"Um Les Mis I think. Its this thursday morning at 10 in the front row."

"Front row!?" She gasped, "it keeps getting better and better!"

She took Frank by surprise and hugged him.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Frank laughed.

"No problem. I guess I'll pick you up here," and with that he left the shop leaving Hazel doing a happy dance.