She was nervous, like the calm before the storm, flitting around her apartment that she had spent over an hour attempting to clean, fingers tugging on furniture in case it looked dishevelled. Paint splattered across the walls of her upstairs studio. Her fingers brushing down the white oversized shirt, it was splatter with white, crimson and various shades from the day prior. Paint stains she had tried to wash out, but alas it had failed. It was the best t-shirt she had to offer that she felt comfortable enough to work in. Her hues flickered to the bottle of wine settled next to the canvas. She figured it was only polite to offer him a drink whilst she sketched his features. Her skin tingled when she heard the knuckles rapping at her front door. Light, bouncing steps carrying her downstairs with a small bout of excitement bubbling in her gut, dancing on her toes for a moment before pulling open the front door.
Looking up at him with a wide, nervous smile. “Hey Drew,” she greeted him gently, trying to keep her tone level; like she wasn’t bursting at the seams with a concoction of excitement and nerves. “Come on in,” Her home was quiet, calm and void of scattered toys for once. Her brother taking the tot for the entire weekend seemed too good to be true. As much as she adored her baby girl, it was nice when she got a break to think of things other than the distinct types of dinosaur chips. She stepped aside, letting him in as her hand dipped behind her back, brushing down her t-shirt that had ridden up. “My studio is upstairs,” she offered, shutting the front door with her elbow as she gestured in front of them. –– @andrewgruffydd
