Her new rain boots were already scuffed with dirt.
Goth would always look down while walking. It was too awkward to randomly make eye contact with some stranger when she was just trying to get to her destination. As a result, she often noticed things that others might not have. The fact that she had already dirtied her boots, and the numerous amount of pennies that people didn’t care about anymore.
People always seemed to be staring at her when she looked up. Whether it was her unhealthily pale skin or the satanic pentagram sewn onto her bookbag, she had no idea.
Today, however, she would probably need to take the risk. Pulling out her smartphone, she squinted at the address pasted into the email she had received.
Dearest young Personified:
Greetings and Salutations! My name is Vivo Dolcini. I’m the artist who runs a cafe called ‘The Painterly Place’, a name you might’ve heard of before.
Goth had never heard of it before. Besides, she wasn’t young; she was almost 20. Not that she could blame him for the misunderstanding. She does look younger.
The Personified have always fascinated me. How are they different than us? How are they similar? These question — and many others — have been stuck in my head for the longest time. Those questions are what has driven me to extend an invitation to you!
I cordially invite you to the Painterly Place for a nice, afternoon chat. The address and time will be included below.
Something about his word choice gave Goth an off vibe, but maybe it was just his way of talking.
That email was the reason she had ventured out of her cave-like home, wandering through streets that seemed a bit too brightly colored for her. That email was the reason she was now staring at the facade of a pleasant coffee shop.
The Painterly Place
With a trembling hand, she pushes open the door.