Love Blossoms

Chapter 17

I woke up early the next day. Helia was in our little kitchen cooking our breakfast. He looked at piece here. I walked over to him and said,

"Everything smells good. What is for breakfast?"

"I have a lot of options. How does eggs, toast, bacon, and orange juice?" He asked.

"That sounds perfect. I can't wait to taste it. You look like you were having fun cooking. Do you like to cook?" I asked.

"I love to cook. Maybe one of these days we could cook something together. What do you think?" He asked.

"I love that plan. How about his weekend we make a whole day of lazy relaxing at home and we could cook for each other?" I suggested.

Helia nodded and asked,

"What are your plans for today?"

"I have classes to teach and then grading papers. I will be home early tonight. I only have a few classes today. How about you?" I asked.

"I think I will see if I can find someone around town who wants to buy or sell some of my paintings." Helia shared.

"Well, if you need any help, I am here for you. If you need anything don't be scared to ask." I told him.

I loved that he was so determined to do something with his life. Helia was passionate about his art work and I was supportive of that. We said our goodbyes and made plans to meet up at lunch in town.

*Helia's POV*

I started around town and so far, there was no luck. Everyone either did not have the money or no room in their gallery for my painting. But they did say that they would keep me in mind. I sighed as I sat down in the café waiting for Flora. She walked in smiling.

"How was your day so far?" She asked.

"Alright. How about yours?" I asked.

"It was eventful. My freshman class has excelled so far this year. I could not be more proud of them." Flora shared.

You could see that she cared about her students as if they were her own children. There was determination and passion there. That was one thing we were connected to each other for.

"How is the search for your paintings?" She asked.

"Not so good. But I am not going to give up trying." I shared.

"Well, I am glad that you are not. There will be someone one of these days that will want one of your painting." She told me.

Right then the waitress came up with someone else. We looked at each other and I asked,

"Is there something wrong sir?"

"No, I just have a question. Who paintings are those? Do you know that artist?" He asked.

"They are mine. I am the artist. Why?" I asked.

"Well, I was wondering if....