It's a little after noon, and I feel bored. The little money that I have on me, I will take to go buy some painting tools. I love painting. It's always been a hobby of mine, something that relaxes me, but something I never really indulge in. Now is as good a time as any to refine my skills.
I rush out the door, eager to see what I will find. Phil lives in the center of town, so I'm walking distance away from great shopping. It's about time I see a little more than just the four corners of Phil's house.
After about two hours of wandering from department to department, I emerge with masonite, canvas, brushes, and watercolors. I feel happy about my purchases.
As I round the corner of the store, I run right into something.
"Hey!"
Well, someone.
I, quickly, put down my bags, "I'm so very sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."
I am getting the meanest look from the cutest face.
"That much is obvious."
"Well, I see not even your pride was hurt. Good to know. My insurance wouldn't have been able to cover that."
I smile at her, and she seems to warm up to me a little.
"Just watch where you are going next time."
She tries to appear angry, but I know she isn't.
She is beautiful. She looks hispanic, and there is a hint of that in her accent, too.
"Well, if it means running into cuties like you, I don't mind being clumsy."
She shakes her head and walks away.
Maybe that didn't go so well. I grin, pick up my things, and head home.
Home...I like the sound of that. Maybe it's time I do get serious.
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Olivia
RandomPhillip offers for his lesbian niece to stay with him for a while. His wife was skeptical about it, but soon agrees with her husband's decision. Will Olivia prove to be a pleasant tenant in their home? Will she straighten up, and get things right?
