“It’s perfect,” Debra praised as I showed her my newest painting– a view of the Puget Sound, with Mt. Rainier in the background, done in pastel colors. “It’s a bit more detailed than what you normally do, but it really works,” she noted.
“Yeah, I’m not sure why, but this one kind of just worked out that way,” I agreed, taking another glance at the more distinct lines of the shoreline, the mountain and the clouds.
“I’m sure this one will go very quickly,” Debra told me with her usual friendly smile, her bubbly personality shining out.
“Awesome. Thanks so much,” I said, carefully handing the painting to her. “Sorry, but I need to run,” I apologized to her. “Hunter and I are meeting up for an early dinner.”
“No problem,” she replied with a shrug. “Enjoy it.”
“Thanks, I will. Bye, De
