Painted Happiness // danisnotonfire

Prologue

It was a very nice day in London. Waking up today with a very nice look from the outside of my hotel. It's my second day here, luckily not jetlagged. The sky was dyed in blue that everything looks so nice and beautiful. I stood up from my bed and went closer to the glass window, looking outside the very nice view of the Thames, still looking perfect and the same as last time I went here. I smiled, I know this is gonna be a very nice day.

Walking outside of my bedroom, I hurriedly opened my music player and popped some good music to keep the vibes happy and filled with joy. I asked for breakfast by the room service and enjoying my delicious stack of pancakes with chocolate syrup and whipped cream on top. My favourite. I really wanted this day to be perfect since it's my 7 days day off from work. I got everything planned as soon as i got here, so I have everything organized and on a good flow. I can walk around London, go shopping, or at least have fun under the sun, as fun as possible.

I made a quick shower, changed to a very nice outfit for a very nice day. Taking a quick glance at the mirror, checking if everything is looking fine and nothing to be embarrassed about while walking down the streets. "You're good to go!" I said to myself, feeling so energized and excited.

I grabbed my leather backpack that would compliment my outfit and filled it with 2 specific handy brushes, a canson pad, waterbrush, and a tiny watercolor palette. I went outside my hotel and got myself a cab on my way to the square. I looked outside the window and enjoyed what a nice day it is today, nothing changed. A mixture of smiles and grumpy faces of people walking by are still the same as the last time I went here.

The cab stopped in front of the square and paid an exact amount to the druver. "Have a nice day!" He said, in a flat, emotionless tone. I was constantly strolling around Trafalgar Square, under the bright blue color of the sky. We all know that a nice weather like this is not normal for London, but it's summer, this will occur a lot of times, maybe. Well, you know what I mean.

Carrying a nice bag that holds up all my art suppies, on my way to make a new sketch. Thinking of what should be a very nice scene I can paint. I tried to sit down on the bench where you can see the huge checkered chess board and the pigeons beside it. I picked out my supplies, ready to make some new portraits.

I did a quick look around, and noticed that tall human wearing skinny jeans and a weird haircut, sipping his shake, playing along with the pigeons while taking a photo or a video, he's not alone though, he's with his friend, I think, who has the same haircut as well, but the frienges were on the other side, but that chocolate colored hair has something that urges me to just focus on him.

I quickly took my pencil and started sketching, in a few minutes of cross-hatching, I looked up once again, and he's gone. I managed to finish my painting without the man I was trying to draw, quickly like I am losing a lot of time to sketch more sceneries that I may catch after finishing this work. One last slash from my grey painted brush, and I am done. I laid all the materials I used for this work and took a photo of a good looking flatlay with my finished work on it, just to keep in track with my progresses.

I looked at my captured photo and a tiny drop of water bounced on my screen. Looking up, the clouds get a bit darker, it's going to rain. "Oh, great," I murmured to myself, hurriedly fixing all my things, covering them inside my coat, in case they might get wet. I brisk-walked all the way to a nearest waiting shed to keep myself dry from the rain.

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THIS BOOK IS A WORK OF FICTION. ANY REFERENCES TO HISTORICAL EVENTS, REAL PEOPLE, OR REAL PLACES ARE USED FICTITIOUSLY. OTHER NAMES, CHARACTERS, PLACES, AND EVENTS ARE PRODUCTS OF THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION, AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL EVENTS OR PLACES OR PERSON, LIVING OR DEAD, IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL.