Arts and Crafts I Elisa and Bria
She wasn't sure what she was thinking. Pottery seemed silly especially as a gift for an eighteen year old. She took a breath, glancing at the door. Was it anxiety or was it simply nerves. She figured it was just nerves after all it is a bit embrassing to go into a store filled with children, sit by yourself and make a (horrible) mug. It was odd to say the least. She hated standing out. She stepped forward, practically colliding into a person walking by. She took a step back, immediately feeling the rush of heat to her face as she began to blush furiously. "I'm so sorr-" She froze, recognizing the girl. "Bria?" She asked then hesitated slightly. "You wouldn't by any chance be free and want to help me with something art related?" She asked with a nervous laugh. It seemed petty to ask someone to go with her but for some reason it seemed to make it easier.
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