The Painter (4)

He remembered what happened the first and last time he was there, and he dreaded the thought of it happening again.

“Oh no. I brought my car, so I’ll drive home. Thank you for dinner.” With that, she turned around and strutted out of the restaurant leaving behind a confused Aston.

Aston stood in front of the huge building with ‘CENTRAL ART ACADEMY’ written boldly in blocks.

He never thought he’d have to attend art classes after his secondary school, but here he was again, enrolled to be a student again.

He contemplated turning around to go home, but he knew Steve would have his head, so, with one last heavy sigh, he walked into the building.

“Well, hello. Don’t just stand there. C’mon in,” Mrs. Michael said, smiling at the young man standing awkwardly by the class door. She then added while looking at him, “Just sit anywhere you’d be comfortable, and let’s begin the class.”

Feeling all eyes on him, he walked to an empty space far away from everyone else.

Yes, he knew he was supposed t