MASTER OF THE ARTS.

Despite traveling to many other countries, Emily still couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place in Devinstone. America was so different, but she was sure she’d adjust sooner or later. Being around Robert made her feel a little less alone since he too was from the United Kingdom. “That’s why I don’t really drink. I become a completely different person,” she confessed before finally taking a sip of the whiskey, wrinkling her nose at the strong taste. When she did drink, it was usually a glass of wine here and there. “It’s really not a big deal. I’m just a bit stressed out, that’s all,” she admitted. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle though. She’d find a way to manage. In response to Robert’s words, she let out a laugh. “Excellent, I’m pleased to hear that you’ve found time to take some showers. How is the painting going?”

If the blonde hadn’t mentioned something, Henry would’ve passed on him to carry on his daily activities, not even bothering much with the whole scene that was unfolding in front of him. You see, he wasn’t much of a people watching kind of guy and honestly didn’t care much about how one or another would act. “Not really,” he answered looking at the fellow blonde male with a certain curiosity. “But I hardly believe what the show us is what it is truly inside of them. No one shows what lies deep inside of them, they just show what others want to see.” Henry shared out his thoughts, that weren’t all that different than the other were. But as he gave an input on how he viewed himself, Henry’s brows raised as he stared at him, not so certain if he was being honest or not. “Cullen? Isn’t that the guy that shines in the sun? Interesting comparison.”

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Crossing her legs and slouching in her chair Summer gestured to the few people here and there going about their lives as if nothing or no one else existed. The fact that there were people in the world right now who she had never known and would likely never knew blew her mind. Then as if her mind was working against her she thought of her mother. How she was existing somewhere right now. Summer wasn’t sure where, or what she was up to - only that she hadn’t bothered to reach out to her in over ten years. Ten years gone and it still hurt. Clearing her throat Summer tilted her head towards them and with a disinterested sigh that betrayed the puttering of memories berating her heart she rolled her eyes,“Narcissism is real and fleeting. This statement was narcissistic because it valued how other people tend to make things about themselves, and not about me. So who’s selfish, me or them?”

Sophia peered at him almost shamefully when he mentioned how she should not let other people dictate the choices that she’d made or let them make her feel bad for them. Swallowing thickly, she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and bit her lower lip. Perhaps what felt worse was that a stranger — someone who didn’t know her completely — had managed to pick up on it. “I’ve kind of been judge for my actions most of my life. It’s hard to get out of that, even at my age now.” She told him truthfully and only hoped he didn’t think it was because she needed some sort of pity from him. While she prided herself on proving people wrong, she always had a need to explain. “I also recently got divorced and that….” She paused with a laugh, knowing the male didn’t want to hear her whole life story and why she felt the way she did. “Sorry, I don’t want to burden you with all of this. It’s just been some rough few months and I’m just starting to get over it.” Nevertheless, she’d spent those months explaining over and over again why she was alone and what had happened. People looked down on divorced and always had their opinions about what she could do better. Especially since Ava was not conventional to all other children. Her hair was chopped short, she liked boys clothes, and was always stained with some dirt, markers or paint. Peering back at Ava, she smiled at the male and nodded her head. “Okay, I promise I’m not going to ask you again if you’re certain.” She gave him a nod and laughed, feeling her cheeks flushed red. “But I will thank you for the tenth time. But also, know that I feed people because I’m passionate about it so you’re not that special.” She winked at him, despite having given him more free food than she did other people. But he was a regular and she always went out of her way for her customers.

A shake of her head sent auburn curls flying as her hand pressed to her chest. “No! I didn’t think that you were going to cut contact. I like to believe that my food truck is better than that.” Again, another poor timed joke. “I was just concerned by what you would think. I guess being a mother isn’t always as attractive.” Now, her cheeks flared up as her hands rose. “Not that I think you find me attractive to begin with, but it’s been a point of contention when it comes to meeting other people so I’m on the defensive about it sometimes.” She shrugged in the hope it was a good enough explanation. Smiling with a nod when they both agreed on her visits to his studio and the amount for the sandwich, her brow raised at his question. “The babysitter is picking Ava up to bring her to her father’s while I head out to a festival just outside of town. There’s a lot of local artists who go to show off their sculptures and it’s a great venue to visit for ideas. They serve a lot of different drinks and food.”

                Since meeting her daughter, he could tell the bond between the two is an inseparable one. To be under the supervision of one parent is an experience he’s never dealt with before, grateful to have shared a roof over his head with both. Of course, not all environments are the same; toxicity can take place in a household with a relationship still in tact, and one could hope that Sophia managed to not suffer through a situation such as that. After a while, age has no boundaries when it comes to knowing the difference between right and wrong —- to prevent yourself from exemplifying the standard of a single parent because of the stereotypical mindset of others is outright dangerous. And there’s nothing wrong with looking after a child jointly with your former partner, it’s the presumption that its not deemed normal that creates friction. “You’re young,” Robert specified, “There’s a lot of people out there that wished they could have proper communication with their former spouse. Some aren’t able to stomach being in the same room as each other.” This could feasibly play a part in his dismissiveness over the idea of being married currently. Although he never had a particular issue with monogamy, his upbringing is how he planned on operating his own marriage if that ever comes to light; to maneuver through problems without the need to form a hassle. Unfortunately, Robert never succeeded with maintaining a liking towards another woman, often preoccupied with work. Approaching his forties led to further isolation, not yearning for the need of companionship at the time being. “You’ve hardly been a burden, Sophia. I mean, truly —- I am thankful for the assistance I’ve received since moving to Devinstone. You can thank me for the fiftieth time, it’s fine.” The amount of funds Robert has is enough to keep him on his two feet for the next couple of years or even decades. He simply chose not to brag about his resources; the richness that he was exposed to. Mouth settling into a hard line, he skittishly took offense. Sarcasm filled the atmosphere. 

The lecture isn’t as patronising as it arguably ought to be. Even if he understands the artistic process intimately, well-versed in working with the mentioned materials, it’s fascinating to see a real artist in their element. Roo has never been able to reconcile himself with the fact that he’s a real artist too – anyone who creates, regardless of their circumstances, earns that title – and invariably feels like a fraud in the presence of people like Robert. To call Robert’s artwork beautiful would be an unforgivable oversimplification. Words fail him. All he can do is watch in hushed awe, a soft huff of amusement escaping at the joke. You might as well become an artist yourself. “Wouldn’t that be something?” It’s nothing more than a gentle murmur, his gaze never straying from the canvas. “I hardly think I’m in a position to offer you critique.” Humility isn’t typically in Roo’s repertoire, but he finds himself unable to lie. “I mean, you’re, like, a literal genius. Your use of colour is heavenly. I don’t think I agree about pastel, though. It’s too delicate. It straddles the line between drawing and painting, sure, but for me? It’s not painting. Not really.”

Emily wasn’t that fond of drinking, but she went along with Robert’s offer. It was a reason for her to get out of the house and see more of the town she had lived in for nearly four months already. “Well, yes, I suppose it does. Liquor tends to do that, doesn’t it?” She said with a small laugh, hesitantly taking the glass of scotch whiskey. “I will say it’s amusing. These places are great for people watching.” In response to Robert’s question, Emily simply shrugged her shoulders. He was right, she was being relatively quiet. “Sorry, I’ve got a lot on my mind…nothing worth talking about, though.” Emily was never the type to bother people with her problems. “So, what’s new with you?”