Masterpiece // Mavin

Chapter Two

a/n- uh hey sorry ive posted basically nothing for a while MY BAD ive had worlds worst writing block and then i wrote some personal stuff ! but im kinda back now with just this lil part so !

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Six in the morning. That was the time that Gavin's eyes closed for the first time that night. Surrounding him in his slumber were piles of sketches and very rushed paintings on small canvases. Rosy cheeks and a lovestruck smile were painted on the Englishman's face as he slept.

Eight in the morning. The thing that awoke him was an alarm. An alarm for work.

Oh fuck. Work.

He leapt up and scurried into the bathroom to dare a look at what such a rough night's sleep on his kitchen floor had done to him. The result mortified him.

His hair stuck out in every conceivable direction, and grease clung to it like moss to a damp wall. He disapprovingly ran his fingers through it and cringed at his reflection. Oh well. There were things to be done.

The Brit grabbed the bottle of dry shampoo that he kept in the bathroom for times he forgot to go back to his room. After a quick spray and a splash of water onto his face, he strolled out of his house and into his car, but not before grabbing a stack of paintings so that he could continue with them in the shop. He fumbled with the knobs and turned the music up just enough so that he didn't fall asleep on his way to work.

Arriving just one minute late, he scurried into the shop and turned the sign to 'open'. A quick shake of his greasy hair and a spray of the backup deodorant he kept in the employee bathroom and he was ready for the day. A loud crash sounded throughout the shop as the door opened and hit the wall. Gav rushed back into the main room and was greeted by a middle-aged, grumpy-looking woman. She smiled, and he wasn't sure whether to run or smile back. He settled for the latter.

"Good morning, can I help you?" The Brit asked politely.

"Aren't you too young to work here?" The woman frowned back.

"Uh, I'm twenty-six, miss."

"Uh huh. Sure. Now, I'm looking for a painting to put in my daughter's room." She crossed her arms.

Gav paused for a second, waiting for her to explain. When she didn't, he said, "Well, um... what does she like? Our shop is more traditional, if she's young, she might not be into the type of stuff we have here..."

"I didn't ask. My daughter is ten. Show me something she'd like, please."

"Uhh... umm..." Gavin hesitated. Girls like pink, right? Yeah! He did a quick scan of the room and noticed a sunset scene, mostly pink and orange. "Here! How's this?" He took the painting down from where it was hanging and turned it to show the woman.

"Ugh! My daughter is ten, not senior!" She shouted, before storming out of the door dramatically.

Gav sat shocked for a second, and then put his head in his hands. He couldn't work on the amount of sleep he had! The rest of the day he spent trying his best to cater to the wants of disrespectful customers. The highlight of his shift was the end, when he dramatically flipped the sign on the door from 'open' to 'closed' and took a deep breath. Finally.

He basically sprinted into the back room, despite his exhaustion. Even though he hadn't seen it today, he knew exactly which face he was going to paint.

Meanwhile, Michael Jones strolled up to the glass door of the shop.