Is this feeling real?

Part 2

  When I got home Mia obviously wanted to hear how I did. "I did fine. It was weird you're boss made me a waiter for just this one table and these men were trying to bribe me $50 just to move them to another table. I didn't take it. it was repulsive to even look at it. then this guy named something...Grey gave me like $300 tip, ugh it was gross. It's like what they gave me was just money from their couches." Mia looked jealous at me. 

"Okay, well are you going to show me the tip or not?" She sniffled on the couch.

"Tip? Oh I gave it back." Mia glared at me. 

"No you didn't." When I did't say anything her eyes widened. "EMMY! What the hell, Why'd you give it back?" 

"Because I don't want him to think his money makes him better than me." I turned on the oven and started making dinner for the both of us.Mia got up and shuffled to the counter with her blanket rapped around her. "You shouldn't be moving around when you're still sick."

"Fuck that, You should've given the money to me." I laughed at her. "No I'm serious." She was not amused.

"You can just ask you parents for $300, They pay for this apartment. and I pay you in meals. you  have it made." 

  three weeks later I was in classes. I was studying the arts, clothes making, painting, drawing, photography, directing acting, and literature. I loved learning about this, Math and science and stuff like that I could never learn easily, but being around art. Well I was in my zone. I went from art class, to the history of art, to lunch, to work at my craft store. "Hey Em." Stephan smiled at me with his bright white teeth. His dad owned the store and a couple others, but Stephan pretty much ran this one. I don't know why, he wasn't very artistic but he knew everything about art.

 "Hi Stephan, Are they waiting in the back?" I asked, He nodded. "Someone always is." He winked at me. I smiled and rolled my eyes. Stephan was a very attractive man, which is why we always have girls who could care less about art, but always bought something anyways. "Sorry I'm late class, My test took a little longer than expected." The Faces of old and young smiled at me. I instructed the class and when I was done they all started getting to work. I walked around and they all wanted to show me how their previous art turned out. I smiled, not because I thought they were any sort of Micheal angelo, but because they were proud of their art and so was I. 

When the class was done I held open the door to the exit and waved them bye. A little boy caught my eye as my last student left. He was starring at the art supplies in the window of the store. He looked dirty and his clothes looked to small for him. He was about 5 or 6.I walked over to him and smiled. "Do you like art?" I asked in a soft voice that spooked him a little bit. He didn't  noticed I was watching him. He looked toward me and nodded sadly, he turned to walk away with his head held low. "Would you like to paint something with me?" He turned and smiled. 

"really?" He asked. his smile was missing two front teeth. I smiled and held the door for him. He ran inside.

 I set up a big canvas in front of a window and picked up some paint from the shelves. "Stephan, you can get the money out of my bag for the supplies." He smile 

"This ones on me." I looked at the little boy and he looked so excited. I waited for him to open the paint but he just looked sad at the canvas. I kneeled down beside him. 

"What's wrong? you can start painting." I told him opening up a small jar of paint. 

"I... don't know what to do." I smiled. 

"Well when I don't know what to paint I get mad so I throw the paint at the canvas and it turns into art. like this.." I dipped my hand in the jar and whipped my hand in the air, the bright orange stained the canvas. The little boy smiled and dipped both hands in two different jars, he whipped  paint at the canvas and some of it hit my face. He looked scared when the paint hit me, I just laughed and we went back to flinging paint. I heard the bell from the door ring and went over to greet the customer. "Hi, welcome to..." I stopped when I saw who it was. "I know you, you're that rich douchebag from the restaurant... Mr... Mr.Grey."

 I stood back and looked at him. "Amara." He smiled in such an unusual way. 

"What are you doing here, in a place like this?" I asked curious. I occasionally looked at the little boy who was still playing with the paints. 

"I was driving around town and realized I needed some supplies." he looked around the store. "Do you think you could help me?" I waited a minute staring into his light blue eyes. His gaze startled me. 

"What are you looking for." Stephan was in the back cleaning so I couldn't stick this guy on someone else.

"Rope." He said with a tiny smirk. 

I repeated his answer. "Rope?what kind of..rope?  Vintage rope,cereal killer rope?"

"Silk rope, preferably grey." I walked to the string section and looked for The silk twisted rope. 

"How thick do you want it?" I asked looking at the different widths.

"3in should okay, I need 4 yards." He stood very close as I squatted down to get his grey rope. "also do you have zip ties and Markers." I looked up at him. 

"Zip ties and markers, odd project you must be working on. what kind of markers?" I stood up and tied up the rope.

"Did you use to be a girl scout you seem to be every well adjusted in tying knots." He ignored the question. 

"No i guess being in Art school has taught me a thing or two." We walked over to the zip ties, and then I told him where the markers were. I checked on the little boy. He had finished and wrote Em in the middle next his name. Which was Toby, I smiled and he handed it to me."You can keep this, its yours." I said he didn't say anything, he just gave me the picture. So I hung it up in the window. He smiled and ran outside. I stood behind the cash register and smiled to myself. Mr.Grey walked up to me and set everything down on the counter. 

"Do you know that boy?" he asked getting his card out. I shook my head. 

"I've never seen him before today, he was just looking at my art through the window and one thing led to another and now he's and artist." I smiled to myself. "my hands have paint on them let me get Stephan." I called for Stephan in the back. 

"Is Stephan your boy friend?" Mr.Grey asked out of nowhere. 

"Mr.Grey, Stephan is one of my best friends, why are you so interested in my life?" I asked blankly. 

"Please call me Christian. I have just noticed that when ever he sees you he seems to be every interested in looking at you in the most...lustful way." Stephan walked behind the counter and grabbed my hips moving me aside to get to the register. He's always done that but i guess today is the only day  I also noticed that he rubbed my butt against... his junk to put it plainly. "Lets get coffee." Christian said out of the blue.

"Right now?" I asked looked him in the eyes.

"Yes, right now." He took his bag and gave Stephan the card.

"Well we're closing in five minutes, but I'm covered in paint." I said directing his eyes to my face and clothes.

"I don't mind, I'll Wait until you're closed, I know a great Café not far from here." I could tell he isn't going to take no as an answer to his non existent question. More like a demand if you were to ask me.

"Fine, Let me clean up the shop and then we can get...coffee." I sighed this was not on my schedule today or ever.