@hvlfwygod
The day was too warm to be inside, yet here Araminta was, trapped in a heat box of a room and up to her elbows in paint. She had shed her flannel an hour earlier and opened all the windows, but as she stepped back to check for streaks on the freshly covered wall, she was too distracted by the hair sticking to her temples and how her bandana was sliding down her forehead to think about anything but a break.
It was difficult to open the door without smearing paint everywhere, but she managed with her elbows and some maneuvering. Catching her knee in it before it closed, Minta pushed it open and leant back against the frame, taking in a few deep breaths of blissfully cooler air. She opened her eyes to a familiar face on their way to pass her, and she lifted a hand, carefully adjusting her bandana to smear as little paint on it as possible. “Hey!” His name failed her for a second before coming back to mind. “Ben! Mind giving me a hand here? There’s a hook on the back of the door to keep it open but I’m like, basically bathing in paint here and don’t wanna drown everything in it.”