Friday seemed to move both too slowly and too quickly.
By the time Ava finished her first class, she’d already checked the clock six times. The photography showcase wasn’t until six that evening, yet somehow the entire day felt centered around those three photographs hanging somewhere inside the Fine Arts Building.
She kept reminding herself she wasn’t expecting to win.
She had entered because people she trusted believed in her.
That had to be enough.
As she walked across the quad, her phone buzzed.
Mason: Good luck tonight.
She smiled and replied.
*Thanks. I still don’t think I’ll win.
A minute later his response appeared.
*Winning isn’t the point. You finally let people see your work. That’s a big deal.
She smiled.
He understood that part of her.
He always had.
The thought
