Outside Willow Creek Art Gallery Open to all @aspencreekextra
Gray let out a tired sigh, he could feel the slight chill of the approaching winter air against his skin. He’d just finished an evening class and was locking up the gallery. He felt exhausted but it had been a good evening. Many of the adults really enjoyed the later classes.
He'd thought about stopping to get some food but remembered he had some leftover pasta in the fridge and he knew he could easily put some life back into it with some fresh herbs and cheese. Cooking was a comfort to him, even when he was tired.
He headed around the corner to his car, his boots echoing on the ground in the quiet street. He looked around, hearing footsteps, offering a smile at the other person. “Hey, have you just finished work too? Just out and about? Busy day?” he asked, making conversation as he unlocked his car door.
