Post by Cassie Gray on Mar 3, 2012 14:56:03 GMT -4
(Bijou Wilks) The Colour of Words (Cassie Gray)
It was late, somewhere around 8-8:30 or so. Night, but not yet recognized as so. People milled around town; teenagers enjoying their summer freedom and adults getting off work. Families filled the streets, laughter echoing in the air. It was truly a nice summer night, somewhere between the heat of the day and the cool of the night. It was definitely a night to be enjoyed.
Cassie made her way along a sidewalk in high spirits heading toward a small art shop. She wore paint splattered jeans, faded and old. A simple white tee covered her top, and the only jewelry found was her favorite charm bracelet. Her hair was in a messy bun, held together only by two paintbrushes. It was obvious that she had been caught in the middle of a painting, or some other form of her artwork. She had run out of her favorite Slow Drying Medium and needed some ASAP. A quick pop into the art store, and maybe a stop at her favorite take-out place, was all she had planned for her jaunt out.
Side-stepping a couple too engrossed in each other to notice the world around them, she slipped into the store. The sharp smell of oils, acrylic, clay, and other studio smells hit her. Cassie grinned at the comforting smells. This shop was truly a treasure of a find. It was smaller with more expensive, but wonderful quality, products. A young, pimple-ridden teen sat behind the counter, doing what appeared to be his summer maths homework. He looked up as she entered, a large smile stretching across his face.
"Hi Cassie!" He said, math homework momentarily forgotten, "Can I help you with anything."
Cassie shook her head, a smile on her face. His name was Kevin (if she remembered rightly) and he was the son of the owners. He always seemed to be working here, and was quite sweet.
"No thank you. Just grabbing something real quick," she replied before slipping through the isles toward the back where the mediums were located. Her eyes scanned the labels, looking for a particular brand. While she rarely splurged on things, she was very particular about her art supplies. With different brands having different outcomes, it was always important that she stuck with what she liked.
