The story is prolly super predictable
It was dark. It was quiet.
Soft footsteps approached. There was a faltering rhythm. Music formed by steps. Three, and four. Three, and four.
Three, and four.
Silence.
The sound of keys was echoed off the walls. Weakly at first, then fading, then nothing.
The woman opened the door, which creaked just a little bit (hopefully not enough to disturb anyone), and stepped inside. A switch was flicked and the small room bathed in a yellow glow.
Maxine allowed herself to breathe in deeply, for the first time in hours. Her mind was filled with images of one particular teacher, and what he had said about her art.
"Always take the shot."
Those had been his last words to her before they had parted ways.
Maxine remembered the complete concentration and care on his facial features while he was inspecting her selfies, like they were going to break if he wasn't attentive enough. For an awfully long time he'd been quiet, but finally he had looked up and given her a reassuring nod. She had done well.
His advice had mainly been related to her position in the frames and the source of light. She'd listened actively, but at the same time felt a mixture of both amusement and delight that he took her selfies, most of which had been taken on a whim, so seriously.
They'd begun talking quite openly, in fact. About art, films, books, life. It was surprising how easy-going Jefferson could be. He told her about Chicago, she told him about Seattle. He told her he had been to Seattle before (to the Space Needle!), she told him she would love to visit Chicago one day. ("I'm sure you'll get your chance sooner or later," was what he had said to that.) He'd asked her to show him more photos, she'd promised she would do her best. It was good exercise, and she knew he was only trying to help.
Her phone vibrated in her jeans pocket. She took it out to be greeted by Warren's name on the screen. He had sent her no less than 6 text messages. Apparently he was in a dire need of help because he couldn't choose which film to watch that Saturday.
She texted him: 'Didnt u have a science project to work on?'
The response came a few minutes later.
'It's practically done. Come ON, I need ur help! How else will i ever be able to decide between inferno nd Crimson peak?'
'Isnt that the new horror movie that came out only a while ago?'
'What, Inferno?'
She rolled her eyes. (Though he wouldn't be able to see that, of course.) 'No, CP.'
'Oooooooh. Yes, yes it is. Interested?'
'Idk. The story is prolly super predictable'
'We're all stories in the end.'
'Warren ur terrible'
'ty'
For a while the phone remained quiet, giving Maxine the chance to change clothes and brush her teeth. She was just about to go to bed, when she heard the familiar zooming sound. It had to be Warren again.
She checked her phone and noticed she had received a new message.
'So wanna watch one with me tomorrow? Or both'
'I'll have to consult my personal agenda but Im sure I can squeeze you in somewhere.'
'Gr8 I love being squeezed'
That actually made her grin. 'Go to sleep doctor'
'( L_L ) ~zzz'
Speaking of which, it was time for her to jump under the covers as well. She was pretty spent, yet felt satisfied. It had been a good day.