More than a friendship (Lincoln x Reader)

Chapter 17

My dad found a parking spot and turned off the car.

"You go ahead and look for the paints."
my dad clicked off his seatbelt.

"Dont get lost."
my mom added as i jumped out the car.

i closed my door and ran into the store where there wasn't alot of people inside.

i started to walk through an isle.

i looked up at the signs but couldnt find the paints.

i started to look around for a worker.

As i walked into the next isle i saw a someone with an apron and what looked like a uniform putting things away onto the shelves.

Thats gotta be a worker.

i slowly walked up to them.

"Um, 'scuse me?"

They turned to me as they were putting the last item onto the shelf.

"Well hi there, what could i do for you?"

i looked at their name tag as they dusted off the gloves on their hand and gave me a smile.

His name was Evan, he looked pretty young, probably around 19 or 20.
His hair was a faded red-ish pink  but the sides were shaved so it was like a mohawk, and his sides were dark brown.

"Um, where are the paints?"

i asked.

"They're around in the back. Here, follow me."

He started to walk out the isle as i followed.

i followed him until i started to see the 'Paint' sign.

He stopped in front of an isle an gestured me to walk into it.

"Here you are."

"Thanks!"

i said i ran into the isle.

"No problem."

Even said as he walked away.

i started to go through the paint samples.

i looked though all the shades of blues, yellows, purples, i honestly grabbed so many samples i didnt know which color i wanted my room as.

i kept walking around the isle of paint looking at all the paint brushes and rollers, when i hearrd my parent's voices in the next isle.

"Should we get the semi-gloss or eggshell?"

"What do you prefer?"

"Well, if you go with the semi-gloss it gives the paint a more glossy smooth finish, but its more delecate, meaning if you were to throw something onot the wall it will leave a very obvious mark. As for the eggshell, it gives it a more flat, dryed look. It is nice though."

"So, eggshell?"

"I'd say go with the eggshell."

i walked into the isle where i heard the voices and saw my parents and another worker.

"Oh my gosh (y/n) there you are."

said my mom.

"Did you find any good paints?"

my dad asked.

i nodded and ran over to show them.

"Nice"