Page 51 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
“Me too,” she said. “I think I’m done.”
He looked at his painting. “I know I am. Anything else I add is only going to make it look more chaotic.”
“I’m sure it’s fine.”
He closed one eye to see if it looked better that way. Nope. It didn’t.
“Can I see yours?”
“Sure.” She put her brush and paint down.
He stood up and walked over to hers. The background was black, one green branch tip showing and a large red glass bulb on the canvas. There was light reflecting on it. This was something he’d buy if he saw it in a shop to hang around the holidays.
“Seriously,” he said. “Now I’m not showing you mine. I didn’t even think to do that.”
It would have been much better if he had.
“It’s all in the eye of the creator,” she said.
“Just be warned, this creator was blind,” he said, grinning.
She climbed off the stool she was sitting on and moved to his. Her lips were twitching with the need to hold back a laugh.
Her head was tilting side to side. “It’s very abstract. That’s a thing you know.”
“Exactly what I was going for,” he said.
She burst out laughing. “It’s not that bad. I’m just picking on you.”
“No. It’s bad.”
“I just didn’t know Christmas trees could be stick figures. What are the thick green lines on the boxes?”
“Bows,” he said. “Which is worse because they aren’t green in front of us, but I forgot to clean my brush and just went with it.”
She ran her hand over his arm. “I had a great time.”
“That’s all I care about.”
“Why don’t we clean this up? We only have five minutes left and then if you aren’t in a hurry to get home to Becca, we can finish the wine at my house?”
“My mother has Becca for the night,” he said. She lifted her eyebrow. “Only because I hoped this night wouldn’t be a quick date and I didn’t want to wake Becca to bring her home.”
“Are you guys all done in here?” Brittany asked, coming into the room.
“We are,” he said. “Just picking up.”
“I’ll take care of the paints and the setup. Hope you enjoyed it,” Brittany said.
“It was a blast,” Alana said. “The perfect date.”
“Glad to know the date is going better than my painting.”
Fifteen minutes later they pulled back into her driveway.
“Why don’t you come in and we can finish that wine,” she said. “If you want.”
“I’d love to.”
