APRIL SHOWERS

one of the best things about being your own boss was that you could talk to any customer as long as you’d like. and this mortal seemed nice enough, nowhere near as stuck up as some of her other customers tended to be. “impressionism isn’t my favorite, either, but then again i can’t seem to pick one to stick with.” not like those famous artists. april was always a bit Chaotic. she followed his point and felt herself brim with pride. “ah,” she turned to him, “no one famous made that one. an original by me.” 

“well there’s always a fourth isn’t there?” she spoke lightly. she took stock of him and the rain outside and yeah---it was a fall rain. her third favorite kind of rain. she shrugged at the not-so-customer. “well, feel free to take refuge. and look around, maybe one day you will be able to afford my prices. a goal to aspire too, perhaps.” she joked.

“welcome to let’s get this monet---are you interested in commissions, or to buy a piece? or, the third option: looking around.” it was her Best customer service voice. she was doing Good today.

“well, i do like to keep people on their feet.” april joked. the tiredness she felt throughout the day was now replaced with excited energy. “it’s always boring with you--uh, what name are you going by now?”