Athena was nodding along with the little girls ramblings, she was now on the subject of food and how her mother would let her help cook, her concentration in trying to tie her mess of hair up was halted by a smooth as ice voice. " So you are the painting hero?" the woman asked and Athena was in awe of how photogenic this girl was. Like she should be on the cover of Vouge magazine or something. Athena dropped her hair through her fingers and slowly took off her glasses as she drank up the looks.
The smile she gave Athena would have buckled her legs if she wasn't thankfully sitting down already, she asked another question and Athena watched every movement she made. The quirk of being an artist was that everything seemed to slow down so you could appreciate the beauty in everything and this new stranger was certainly beautiful.
"Haven't seen you around before? Passing through?"
Athena spoke but it came out as a muffled response, Damm. Taking the pencil out of her mouth she smiled softly. " No actually. I just moved in. About an hour ago. I was exploring the town, and got drawn into her by the beauty of the building. Then I bumped into somebody and became the "Painting Hero" as you so kindly put it" she smiled giving a soft laugh.
She stood suddenly " I'm so sorry do forgive me. Where are my manners? My name is Athena. Athena Edison. It's nice to meet you. Apologies for bursting in on your class" She held her hand out to the young lady with a smile.