As she sat on her stool in Art splattering deep purple paint onto a canvas her wrist of braclets jingling and clattering away on her wrist, she found herself thinking about the boy she'd seen coming out the office. She could of sworn she had seen him somewhere or knew him but she couldn't put a name to his face and it annoyed her. She wasn't sure how but she knew him! Or did he look someone she knew? Willa considered this her strokes on the canvas becoming more fine and slim as she changed her paint choice to gold to outline parts of the skirt on her painting.
Willa was drawing and painting an Eastern dancer dressed in a purple skirt and cropped purple silk wrap with a peice of material floating between her hands which very much like Willa's own wrists were littered with jewels. You could only see the woman stomach down but her left wrist hung stretched out in the bottom corner her finger tips vanishing off the edge of the canvas and you couldn't see the other arm at all but the stretched purple fabric floating off into the corner left evidence that the other arm was stretched out like the first. The skirt was floating and twirling giving the impression that the woman was spinning or twirling as she danced.
After nearly ten maybe fifteen minutes Willa moved on to give the painting an even darker purple for a background which was dark enough to be seperated from the dancer's clothes. Willa sighed as boredom took it's toll on her tired battered mind.