Charlotte was so nervous. Why had she picked the art room as their meeting spot? She was surrounded by all of these amazing paintings and drawings and sculptures. And here she was, holding a still-drying painting because she kept changing her mind on what she should give him.
Three paintings laid in front of her on a long table. The first one was abstract, with her slapping any color she thought would be pretty. Unfortunately, some ended up looking brownish. Color theory was confusing. The second was of the school's building. The sketch beneath the tried paint could still be scene. The third, most recent one, was after she considered the name of her partner. Dorian Blake, the gay werewolf from the Lilac Festival. She went through many sketches before deciding on what to do: a rainbow, sparkling dog. All were with embarrassingly bad.
Charlotte gently slapped herself. Stop that, Charlotte! He said he didn't matter the skill level. Buuuut, if you had been made right, you would've knocked it out of the park here. No! Stop. He sounded nice. He'll love that you made three paintings all for him.
Three paintings laid in front of her on a long table. The first one was abstract, with her slapping any color she thought would be pretty. Unfortunately, some ended up looking brownish. Color theory was confusing. The second was of the school's building. The sketch beneath the tried paint could still be scene. The third, most recent one, was after she considered the name of her partner. Dorian Blake, the gay werewolf from the Lilac Festival. She went through many sketches before deciding on what to do: a rainbow, sparkling dog. All were with embarrassingly bad.
Charlotte gently slapped herself. Stop that, Charlotte! He said he didn't matter the skill level. Buuuut, if you had been made right, you would've knocked it out of the park here. No! Stop. He sounded nice. He'll love that you made three paintings all for him.
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