butter and syrup, and the lack thereof.

She was wearing her usual work clothes; a denim jumper that was already worn out and a stripped tank that showed her beautifully sculpted arms. She tied her hair in a bun today, she usually keeps it down but it was also an unusually hot day considering it was almost Christmas.

"A little more.. just a little more.." she said to herself while painting on the last few details of the portrait she had been trying to finish for weeks now. Impatient, she dropped her brush and buried her face in her palms. "Why can't I just get this over with?" she said with a grunt and again gave out another grunt for the double entendre that hid behind the statement.

***

She finally finished the masterpiece she vigorously stressed on for weeks, a little over her expected time frame. She looked around and searched for the cloth she had specifically chosen to cover the portrait but she couldn't find it anywhere. ring. The phone rang. Once, twice, a few more times, but she just ignored it until it finally stopped ringing. She looked around a few more times but her studio was just too much of a mess to actually scavenge for the white Georgette cloth which practically looked like every other tarpaulin in that studio. "I give up..." She murmured with a sigh.

***

It was rather sunny the next morning though the air was still a bit chilly. The streets were empty but the shops were still business-as-usual. She thought of dressing up as she was most often than not dressed down. The day was in need of fashionable people, she felt, so she dressed for the occasion or rather, the holiday season. She wore a beige cashmere sweater with light washed jeans and a pair of brown lace-up boots. Over it she wore a red trench coat and a faded gray beanie, and a cherry chapstick didn't hurt too. She felt good, and she looked good too. It was time to finally get out of the house and this was the look she wanted to announce to the world.

(to be continued.)