Violet
"Lottie, please," Ravon begged, his hands positioned as though he were praying. I delicately painted silvery iron bars onto the canvas. It had taken me two days to get this far, but I was almost finished. The forest green ivy that crawled up the wall contrasted beautifully the dark red brick. I took a step back to admire my work, my heart warming at the portrait of my family home back in New York, painted from memory. "Darling, please focus, I'm in a dire situation that you, and you alone, can help me with." Sighing softly, I turned to face my best friend.
"Tell me what I'd have to do again?" I pulled off my art smock and slid past Ray, making my way to the bathroom to wash up.
"Double date with me at The Vortex tonight," Ravon recited exasperatedly, following me into the bathroo
