The rest of my classes for the afternoon somehow passed while I was still stuck in my own head, thinking how lucky I was that someone had already bought my painting so quickly. And I couldn’t wrap my brain around who it possibly could have been. There were only two people who I had met that were looking quite interested in it. The headmaster and David Strauss. I got a sudden chill at the thought of him buying my painting into his collection. He was an art enthusiast and he was genuinely trying to support me but at the same time his personality was just… not my type.
I shook my body to get off the creeping weird feeling I had whenever I thought of that person. My intuition antenna was right most of the time. I had to keep my distance from him.
“Sophie!” I heard a familiar voice calling ou
