Most people have tells when they’re lying, sometimes it lies in their mannerisms, other times in the way they speak and in the case of that girl it was the latter. She kept her sentences short and to the point and remained vague, not giving any real information and rather than avoiding the question or straight up lying, she gave half truths. She most likely was used to lying out of necessity and now more than ever given her position, Norah could relate but still her curiosity was greater than her compassion and she found herself asking “Do you have a business card or at least a name you could give me? I’d love to see the work of a fellow artist.”
Shaking her head, Felicia barely waited a second before answering. “Not that kind of artist.” Galleries and clients in fancy suits. For a moment, she allowed her mind to linger on the idea of that persona, and yet it was something so foreign even imagining it felt odd. “I change places, don’t really need a card.” Shrugging, her gaze strayed in the window’s direction and found no sign of anyone who might have been following her. “But you can ask for Alisha, I guess.” It just wouldn’t do her much good. Felicia’s eyes landed on the colors in front of her again before she looked up at the woman, only slightly avoiding eye contact like she always did. There was a man behind her, one that exhibited glorious hints of green against the brown of his wallet as he left a dollar as a tip, and her eyes glinted with excitement. “I guess I’ll leave you to your work.”
