“Why does everyone always say that?” Tadatsune chuckled just a tad wryly, though mostly amused as he was packing away his brushes. “It must be the ‘English teacher’ aspect.”
He passed over the finished painting, pleased with how it’d come out despite the short time he’d taken to work on it. After all, he hadn’t expected to be painting anyone this afternoon, and their setting in the middle of a busy café certainly wasn’t the most ideal for watercolors. However, the leather bound kit of art supplies he always kept in his bag had once again proven itself a handy thing to carry around.
“I do hope you like it. Not my best work, but,” he paused to grin in jest. “It’d be unfortunate if you saw it as mediocre only.”
Truly, this wasn’t included in her plan for the afternoon (then again, she didn’t have any plan to begin with, today being one of the rare days where she had no work to do) but the sight of paint brushes mixed with curiosity had, in a way, enchanted her into asking him for a portrait. A request that seemed rather out of place as they were surrounded with the scent of coffee and furniture made of old wood rather than wonderful landscapes and grass.
Miyuki was never the artistic type. Yes, she used to do calligraphy throughout her youth, but after years of holding ballpoint pens instead of brushes, she doubted that she still had it in her. Perhaps it was nostalgia that drove her into making such a request.
“No, this is wonderful. Maybe I’ll even put this up on my office’s wall.” A smile mixed with a hint of chuckle, her head nodding as she let her eyes trail the colors that painted what was once an empty page on a sketchbook into life. “Amazing...” She whispered breathlessly, unable to erase the curl on her lips as it only grew wider and wider. “Oh, right! How much will this be? And do you have any tips on how to preserve the painting? I only ever did calligraphy, so I’m not really that familiar with art.”
