Kaya stood barefoot in her art studio, staring at the blank canvas on the easel. “Come on.” She paced on the wood floor in paint-stained denim overalls, gripping the messy bun in her head. “This is for Aluna Jakande. Get it together, girl.” She filled her paint palette with her favorite colors, hoping to spark a visual in her head when her iPad beeped. “Shoot.” She scampered across the room and got it from the windowsill.
A cute, blue-eyed white woman with her platinum blonde hair cut in the short, bowl style popped onto the screen. “Kaya?”
“It’s about time.” She positioned the iPad where Holly Braxton could see her and got the palette again. “I’ve been calling you for hours.”
“I got clients coming out my ass.” Holly jerked her head, flinging her long bangs out her eyes. “Never seen so
