Sure, Brooklyn.

Chapter 2. "Hey, thats pretty good."

I woke up to the sound of my alarm.  It was 2 pm. Working the night shift had its tiring side too. From 10 pm to 6 am, then go to sleep and waking up at 1 or 2 pm.

I turned my computer on and put some chill rap music on Soundcloud and connected it to the home theatre. I drank a cup of coffee and decided to grab my watercolour pallets, paintbrushes and pad.

What should I paint? What's in my mind?

My house is not inspiring at all. All white. Makes me wanna paint everything and make it more peaceful and... I don't know. Maybe later.

I cooked some ravioli. Mom says I should be working in a restaurant since I chose the culinary arts career, finished it and graduated as a chef. But I decided this, to work at the night coffee shop, live alone and paint as much as I want to.

Anyways, I ate, watched some YouTube videos and then got ready to go out so I could find something to paint and then go to work at night.

I went to the Cadman Plaza park and stared at everything so I could get inspired. I sat down on a bench, put my headphones on and listened to music while I watched some butterflies. That's what I'm painting today. Watercolour butterflies.

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It took me like and hour. Or maybe two. I'm happy with it.

I'll just fix some details. Suddenly somebody started to block the light and it was not helping.

-And I guess your favorite movie is Miss Potter.- someone said. But hey, it was his voice.

-Hey, it's the creepy photographer. Where you taking pictures of random girls again?- I asked him sarcastically and then looked at him. He laughed and sat down next to me. –Let me see what you're doing.- he said and I gave him the watercolour pad so he could see the other paintings I've done before. –Hey, that's pretty good.- he said in a weird voice while watching my work. –Thanks.- I said and then he gave it back to me. –Do you paint people too?- he asked. –Sometimes, but I have another pad for that.- I said while I put my painting stuff in my backpack. I stared at some kids playing around in the grass and the felt his look suddenly. He was looking at me but didn't say a word. He sighed and I felt awkward so I looked at him. –Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something in my hair?- I pay my hair like if there was something on it, -your hair is fine, I was just... If I had the gift you have for painting I wouldn't have a problem to paint you a million times.- he said seriously.

-... Like one of your FRENCH GIRLS JACK?- I said very sarcastically with a stupid tone at the end. He laughed out loud shortly. –My  god, Pam. You do know how to ruin a moment.- he said between laughs. –You're one cheesy little man.- I said and laughed a little. –I am, yeah, I am.- he said.

-Would you like to hang out sometime?- he said breaking the silence and scratching his neck nervously. –Umm, you look like you like to hang out with your friends ant night.. And I work at night...- I said. –So that's a no..?- he asked. –I didn't say that, George.- I said and he looked at me smiling. –Ummm, look. Your coworker it's my friend's Max cousin, I don't know if you had the chance to meet him already..?- he said and I nod my head no. -He's making a party at his place and... I don't know.. If you want to.. Come with me... Maybe?-he asked nervously. –Sure.- I answered confidently. –Really?- he asked. –Yes, when's the party?- I asked. –Actually.. It's tonight.- he smiled waiting for an answer. –Okay, I'll just need to tell Sean I won't go to work today.- I said and grabbed my phone from my pocket and texted Sean. –Umm, okay... Great then. So... I can pick you up in your house like at... 11.- he offered. –Okay, yeah. Thanks.- I said and smiled. He took his phone out and asked for my number and address, then he said he had to go to take some pictures near there so he left and I went back to my apartment.

Is this going to end well, though? I mean, I met him last night and tonight we're hanging out at a party in Sean's cousin's house. What is he doing? What am I doing?

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-Anna. 🍥