𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @lovemaim!
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏 𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 of keaton henson fills marisol’s apartment as the brunette dips her brush in more paint, bringing it back to her colorful canvas to sweep it across the piece she’s currently working on. as today was her day off, she’d spent most of it in her atelier, creating new pieces she was expected to showcase at her studio in a few weeks. while she loved teaching art to kids, there was nothing that she loved more than to be in her little bubble and letting her artistic side take over completely. so, when she hears the buzzer at her front door, her wide eyes quickly dart over to the clock on her wall and she curses when she sees what time it was. 6:00pm -- the exact time hudson was suppose to come over for their weekly movie night. it only felt like an hour or two since she started her work this morning, but now that she finally thinks about it, she realizes she’s starving and that the cup of coffee and bagel she had at the beginning of her day was the only thing she had in her system since waking up. ❝ coming! ❞ she shouts across the apartment, quickly putting her palette down and wiping her hands on the oversized white t-shirt she has on. she probably looked awful; her hair up in a messy bun and her paint-stained shirt falling off one of her shoulders as she walked to the door, tugging lightly at her pj shorts before her hand met the handle and twisted it open. a smile immediately graces her lips when her gaze meets her best friend's handsome face and she feels the oh-so-familiar butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she moves to the side to let him in. ❝ hey! i know, i look like a mess --- don’t judge,❞ she starts, laughing softly as her hands grab one of the take-out bags he’s holding before closing the door behind him. ❝ how was work? ❞