"Hah! I love your enthusiasm," hAugust exhaled with impressed amusement, "Yeah. There is a batch of fresh pots and stuff in the kiln, they finished overnight," he informed.
"Hey, if you want, I can teach you how to make something toda," Cruz offered.
(Behold, a not-so-brief description of Bonnerly's Bakery:
The bakery has big windows in the front, with warm banana-colored (pale yellow) walls and mocha-colored tiles on the floor. Paintings, photographs, and decorative plates line the walls of the cozy little café in the front. The quaint, circular tables are made of dark, polished wood, and have little cushioned chairs standing neatly around them. Ornamental vases line the window sills, filled with colorful, blooming flowers, and the seats by the windows are cushioned sections of extended windowsills. A white wooden counter is near the back, with little baskets and glass cases displaying a wide assortment of delicious sweet and savory treats. Behind the counter are tall, white, arched shelves stuck to the wall, and also a little door leading to a kitchen, from which a heavenly, mouth-watering smell is always drifting out of.
By the glass door in the front are several easels and shelves on which a radiant array of gorgeous paintings made by Ellie Bonnerly and a few clay creations made by Fae are up for sale.)
Delighted by Cruz's proposal, Fae agreed immediately, and went to go take the pots from the kiln. "Do they need to be painted?", she asked Mr. Ponticelli after she set them aside to cool off.
"Aye, yeah, a couple." He gestured loosely.
Fae glanced at Cruz, unsure. "Does that mean that I can chose how I paint them…?", she replied tentatively, wincing at how obscene her words sounded. He nodded. Satisfied, Fae walked briskly into the back room, tucking her wings behind her so tat she could fit through the narrow door. She picked up the first bowl, smooth and perfectly round, with little dips in the clay so that the shape was not a perfect 3-D semicircle. Applying chrome and ice blue just so, with frothy white flecks on the rim, she created a pretty, faded, sea-themed effect. The next item was a tall vase etched and molded to resemble a waterfall, so Fae painted it in pale blue-tinted jade green, seafoam green, galapagos green, and white, reading the interesting names of the paint colors off the bottle lids. She put it down and inspected it, making a few alterations and fluttering her wings in a pleased sort of way. This one would probably be a good product for tourists, because of its theme. Fae painted the last few, set hem aside to dry, and cleaned up the paints, leaving to ask for her next task.
When she was to turn to exit the room, her Spaniard colleague was relaxed against the doorframe, and had been watching her colorful thought process. His ankles were casually crossed, expression reflecting a genuine interest.
(how old is Cruz? I think Fae might be developing a crush on him… ;) )
Round 16-17)
(Fae is 14 turning 15, so I guess he's a bit too old for her. Doesn't stop her from liking him nonetheless ;) )
XD lol. )
Abashed, Fae nervously gestured towards her creations. "Satisfactory?", she asked, anxiously twisting the colorful enamel ring she always wore on her right ring finger. Had she done a good enough job? She bit her lip.
He nodded with a short lift of his chin, "Yeah," he wasn't smiling as he would under normal circumstances. He wasn't wearing a negative expression- simply resting interest, instead of a smirk. "Me los encantan,"
( "I love them" )
Slightly confused, Fae felt almost trapped, although she didn't know why. "What else is there for me to do?" She stroked Leum's rough scales as he lumbered cutely over.
"Ahm, yeah. I dunno," he looked at his fingernails.
Fae felt tense all over, but she tried for a smile. "You said earlier that you could teach me to–to make something… Maybe if you have time…?" Leum, who was currently sitting on her hand, gave her ring a concerned twist, looking up at her in askance as if to ask what was wrong.
"Sure." He replied, "You seem tense," he pointed out with a bit of a head tilt.
Fae fought back a blush. "F-First day, I guess. I didn't want to disappoint anyone.You two are so much better than me." She chewed on her lip again.
"With work you'll get better," he responded, finally pffering a smile to ease the atmosphere between them.
Fae smiles, grateful, as Cruz led her over to the pottery wheel.
He invited her to sit down on the quaint, worn wooden stool in front of the wheel.
She did so, folding her wings politely so that she could pay attention better as Cruz began the lesson.
He plopped himself haphazardly down onto the stool, "And, you'r okay with getting messy? Being a girl and all." He teased playfully, squinting his pair of mischevious, dark honey eyes.
In response, she sank her hand into the wet clay and smeared it up her arms, grinning cheekily. "Teach me."
"Damn.." he laughed, "You've impressed me." His cheeks mirrored the cheeky, playful smile, exposing his upper row of teeth with a relaxed and genuine enjoyment. "Though now August's wife is mutilated." He referenced the joke she overheard on the phone that morning, with their inside joke of August's "clay fetish". Cruz definitely wasn't passing up an awesome joke like that.
Fae snorted with amusement. "Boys…", she grinned. "And I thought you were actually going to teach me something!"