Roommates | Daniel Seavey

twenty seven

Monday | 8:15 a.m.

Renée's P. O. V.

Daniel's alarm blared through the room, waking me up. He reached over and turned the alarm off, then sat up and stretched. I rubbed my eyes and sighed.

"Ready to explore?" He asked.

"What?"

"This town is full of colorful little shops and a ton of street art. We can walk down a street and you can take pictures before we need to leave."

"Oh, cool! I'll get ready then," I said, crawling out of the bed. I quickly took a shower then started to get ready.

I didn't put too much effort into my outfit, just ripped jeans and a white tshirt. I rushed my hair and put it into a ponytail, then put a little makeup on. I grabbed my coat and put it on.

I packed all my stuff and soon we went down to my truck. I put the bags in the back while Daniel let Squirt run around in the snow for a bit.

Daniel brought Squirt over and put him in the backseat. He spun around, then lay on the seat. Daniel started the car and drove farther into town.

He turned on a street and I started to see the colorful buildings. He parked on the curb and we got out. I grabbed my camera and he put Squirt back on his leash.

"We can stay however long you want, so look around and take a bunch of pictures."

I looked around at all the buildings and pointed my camera at a few, just taking random pictures. As we started walking, something caught my eye. I turned the corner and saw a huge mural on the side of a building.

I snapped a picture then stood and just looked at it.

"Wow."

"You could do something like this Daniel," I told him.

"No, I'd never have the guts. I'll stick to canvases." I chuckled. I kept walking and taking pictures of random things. I saw this cute little patch of flowers in the middle of a big area of grass.

I noticed a big, tall, brick building with a street between the next building. I walked towards it and sure enough a huge beautiful mural was painted from top to bottom.

I stared in awe at all the beautiful colors and paint strokes that came together to make the painting. I took a picture, but I wanted a better angle.

I ran across the street, but it still wasn't good enough. I looked around and saw the fire escape of the building behind me.

"Renée, what are you doing?" Daniel asked.