"I will keep it damp if you want to carve into it or need to add extra stuff." The owner was as red as a tomato when they told her they were done. Her eyes kept looking away, and she could barely maintain eye contact with the two good-looking people.
"No, just let it dry and fire it," Austin said, fake coughing a few times to clear the awkwardness that they caused.
"Yes, I'll…um…I'll text or call when it's ready to be colored." Her hands nervously twirled her clothes. She glanced at Keira before quickly looking away. "You can wash your hands over there."
There were two sinks in the corner of the room, one for washing off clay and another for washing everything else.
"Thank you." Keira smiled and nodded. She walked over to the sink, about to wash her hands when Austin stood by her.
