Sheila lightly grabbed her chest to confirm that, indeed, her body was anxious.
"Hey."
"What?" Benjamin responded immediately.
"Do you know any nearby store that sells…?" Slowly, Sheila's voice faded until it became inaudible as her mind reminded her of all the times he had mocked her.
Staying silent, Sheila didn't know what to say to cover up what she had just said.
"A store that does what? Speak clearly," Benjamin reprimanded her.
"Nothing, it was nothing," Sheila quickly replied, as she wanted to avoid mentioning that topic in front of him.
Though she was inspired right now and eager to paint again, just as she had when she was a child, she was sure she would do it… after separating and being 10,000 meters away from someone like him!
If there was one person in the world she never wanted to know that she painted, it was him!
Simply, no.
No!
Never.
