Dangerously talented

ELSIDA

“Where are you off to so early Elsida?” Natasha chimes from on top of the kitchen counter, she waves a spatula dramatically in the air before she puts it in her mouth. Natasha wiggles her brows suggestively and a knowing smirk curls across her lips.

Elsida rolls her eyes and crouches to knot her laces. “You know where I’m off to Nat.”

Elsida’s routine for the past two weeks consisted of; her shift at the Cafe, and going to Adrian’s gallery to paint. The amount of hours that she’d spent there was uncanny and she couldn’t deny the fact that she loved it there.

Painting always managed to give her an escape out of brutal reality and she’d been welcoming it for the past fourteen days.

She planned to continue doing exactly just that.

Natasha hops from her spot on the counter and scurries over to where Elsida is perched. El, when will you put the poor Prince out of his Misery and go on a date with him?”

Elsida scowled as she hung her tote bag. “That is not my priority right now Nat, I