Nothing makes me happier than being in an art class. Sydney Bristow thought to her self as she stroded over to the sink to rinse her paint brush. She looked over her shoulder at the classroom. It was milling with other art students who were wrapping up their projects as well. Sydney's work in progress was over by the window, right next to the diminutive, flame haired professor Winters. In fact, Sydney realized with a gulp, the professor was scrutinizing her canvas at that very moment. Oh no, Sydney thought. She put down her pain brush and hurried over.
I was trying for a little O'Keeffe and little Van Gogh. Sydney announced as she stole up behind the professor.
Yes, I see. Professor Winters said. Eyeing Sydney's abstract irises. A bit derivative Bristow. Good form, but you could try to come up with something original.
With that the professor stalked away. Opened mouthed Sydney stared after her.
As if! She though with a disappointed frown. I though I was inspired. I thought I was giving O'Keeffe influence a crazy new twist. But obviously I though wrong. Clearly I haven't been trying hard enough. She thought. She was working her self into a major funk when a low, sexy voice drifted into her ear.
Don't listen to her, your works amazing.
Sydney spun around and literally had to stop her self from gasping. Standing before her was a dark brown haired, paint smeared hottie in tattered Levi's and a black t- shirt. Where had he come from? Sydney wondered. As if he's read her mind, the guy stuck out his hand.
It's my first day in class. He said, smiling handsomely. I'm Michael Vaughn and you are clearly student in Painting 201. Your irises are incredible, Miss...
Sydney. Sydney blurted out, staring at Michael's beautiful green eyes. I mean um, Bristow. I mean Sydney Bristow, but you can just call me...
Sydney? Michael said with a teasing smile
Sydney would have slapped her head but she had purple paint all over her palm. Instead, she merely cringed. All it takes is one gorgeous guy to reduce me to an inarticulate dork, she thought. Must deflect.
Yeah just Sydney. She said with a cheesy grin. So...she said. What are you working on...Vaughn?
She sidled up next to Vaughns canvas and had to restrain another gasp. This may be this guys first day in class, she thought, but he's no beginner.
It's..it's hypnotizing. She whispered, gazing at the swirls of gray and brown in the damp swampy forest scene Vaughn had painted. Its...da..
Dark? Vaughn interrupted mid sentence.
Yeah. Sydney squinted her eyes as she started at the painting.
Yeah I know, most of my paintings turn out like this. Dark and gloomy. Vaughn agreed and dabbed on a little more gray paint.
Oh you paint on a regular basis?
Sort of, when I get some spare time of work. You? Vaughn put down the pain brush and glanced over at Sydney.
Oh I'm a regular here. Been going to art classes for about 2 years. I have a lot of spare time. Sydney shorted.
What do you do? Vaughn asked with a smile.
I'm a primary school teacher. Sydney smiled.
Nice. Vaughn smiled back as he picked up his paint brush again.
Yeah it's great. I love kids.
I bet. He smiled. What do you say we get a cup of coffee after the lesson?
Umm..Sydney paused for a while and glanced at her watch.
Oh sorry, you probable have a boyfriend and other plans.
Oh no no, no boyfriend and no plans. Sydney smiled. I do have the rest of the evening of. Sydney replied. Her heart was zinging with excitement. Now there's really nothing that makes me happier than being in art class! She thought to her self then shot Vaughn her most sparkling smile.
Let me just wash this purple of my hands. She said with a laugh. Than we can get outta here.
Ten minutes later art class was over and Sydney and Vaughn were on their way out of the building.
So where do you want to go?
Ummm..there's this cute little caf