Cassie

Matthews P.O.V

As Ali and I stepped into the store, we told the lady at the desk our names, and she led us towards two open seats. Ali saw the aprons hooked onto the wall for the customers to wear. She grabbed two from the wall and handed one to me. I looked around the room and noticed there were other people wearing aprons and also waiting for the class to start. As I looked at the paintings that hung on the wall, I still could not place why this store was so familiar.

In the front of the room there was a small stage that was made for the instructor. It had one big blank canvas and everything else a painter needed. I have never been here before, and even though the apartment building is not far from here; I still don’t remember seeing this place. I started thinking to myself, maybe this was one of those moments when people get déjà vu. I turned towards my side and looked at Ali.