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Post by lacey aurelia hilton on Apr 24, 2020 6:14:29 GMT -5
  Lacey hadn’t thought anything of it when she helped Rowan. Her fellow redhead enjoyed the exhibit ‘behind closed doors’ and Lacey had reassure her cousin that it wasn’t putting her out in any way. She had answered any questions and kept up a polite conversation throughout. Lacey wouldn’t have minded if they were still there at 2am. What mattered to her was that Rowan could enjoy the art like it was supposed to be enjoyed. She had a soft spot in her heart for fellow art lovers, and an even softer one for those who looked like life hadn’t always been kind to them. Rowan had ticked both boxes and Lacey probably would have bent the law to try and please the girl if it came down to it. She hadn’t been expecting the bunch of flowers on her desk a few days later though. At first, she thought it was from one of the venues, a typical gift of gratitude for always using them. But then the card brought it all back to her. Damon had been sweet, and Lacey was glad Rowan had someone like that in her life. She texted the number at the bottom of the card, saying the flowers were beautiful, but it was her pleasure to have been able to help.
She didn’t expect much of a conversation to follow, but it did. In the end, having five minutes to glance at her phone between work tasks and meetings, became something Lacey looked forward to. She was pretty low rung in the gallery hierarchy, and some people saw her as a kid, and treated her like she was a temporary intern getting in the way rather than actually doing anything useful. It was nice to have someone to talk to when that was the theme of the day. It wasn’t everyone at work, but sometimes the nice people were working from home or had to travel and then it was a monotonous day of wondering why she bothered to do anything. Lacey wasn’t the type to slack off though, and kept a smile on her face and the snide comments in the text messages when she asked Damon if he had anyone like that where he worked.
Lacey hadn’t been expecting the date. However, she jumped at the chance when he mentioned Paint Nite. Art was her passion, in any form, and Lacey hadn’t been able to relax and explore that for a while now. Drinks, good company and less pressure might produce something good. Wearing clothes she didn’t mind getting paint on, but also an outfit that didn’t already have paint on, Lacey greeted Damon with a huge grin and chatted to him the whole way to the venue about how he had found out about this. She hadn’t heard of it, and the one she had heard of had been before she moved to the city and it was finished by the time Lacey discovered it. “I’m sorry if I take this too seriously.” She slipped through the door and turned back to him. “My own art is a little…well I get a little stuck in my head over it.” It was nothing more than a hobby now. Lacey had given up on her dreams of being an artist when she realised just how much of her dark, troubling past made it onto her canvases. It was uncomfortable, and a lot of people seemed to notice that it, too.
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TAGGED! Damon Hugh Farley
WORDS! 581!
LYRICS! Love Me Honestly - - - Brighten
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