How did she know who I was?
Duh, Corinne, I chastised myself. Teni had said my name out loud when announcing the results on Monday. Unlike me, this girl probably paid better attention to those details.
âHi,â I whispered back.
âI just wanted to tell you I really like your piece.â She nodded toward my mosaic. âIâve never tried to do that before, but youâre inspiring me to pick that medium for my next project.â
My heart gave a strange twist. âThank you.â I stepped back to her station so I could see what she was doing.
My breath caught in my lungs. The image was already stunning, and she was still in the drawing phase. Sheâd sketched Teni standing near a window, light playing along the planes of her face. There was a faint hint of a wistful smile as she stared outside.
âThatâs beautiful,â I said.
âOh, thanks. I couldnât resist when I saw her standing there. I grabbed my phone and took a picture so I could capture the moment.â She pointed down to her phone sitting on the table. The exact same image was right there.
I had to admit, I was jealous. Why hadnât she gotten picked for the competition? She clearly outshined me with talent.
âIâm Janice, by the way,â she said, offering a smile.
âWhere do you go to school?â
âI just graduated from Parma High School. Heading to Baldwin Wallace in the fall. I plan to major in art history.â
âThat sounds great.â I had no idea what I was going to do in college, though my parents were already subtly nudging me on the subject. I cleared my throat, an awkward sensation lodged in my gut. After seeing her art, I felt like sheâd gotten cheated.
âAre you excited about the competition?â she asked, no hint of negativity in her tone at all.
âOh, I . . . Iâm nervous,â I admitted.
âYeah, I donât do well in those kinds of situations. I donât thrive under pressure. Thatâs why I didnât even enter.â
Ah. Okay.
Before I could process it, she continued. âPlus, after seeing the works of people in hereâlike you, for exampleâI knew I wasnât ready.â
I blinked. âYouâre kidding, right?â
She laughed, a light, tinkling sound, and began packing away her pencils in a box. âItâs been my experience so far that the artists with the most talent often donât see it. Teni knew what she was doing when she picked you. I canât wait to see the piece you two create.â
My gaze slid over to Matthew unbidden, and a warm flushworked its way up my throat. Why was I letting him get to me? Why couldnât I just shut off this strange feeling I got whenever I thought of him?
âWell, I wish you guys luck,â she continued. âItâs going to be quite a challenge, blending your two art styles into one cohesive piece. But I have a feeling when itâs done, you will knock everyoneâs socks off.â She slung her bag over her shoulder, gave me a parting nod, then walked out the door.
I stared at her piece for another long moment. Her style was a lot closer to mine than to Matthewâsâsheâd taken great pains to capture true perspective, the nuances and angles of Teniâs figure, the light and dark. But there was a rawness in her sketch lines that showed me she wasnât as concerned with clean edges as I was. I could see where sheâd corrected her lines without erasing the old ones. She didnât have that compulsion for perfection.
And yet, her piece came to life and would only continue to grow in beauty as she finished it. Interesting.
I filed that nugget away and headed to the front of the room, where Teni perched against a table along the wall. Matthew came up right behind me, and I swear I could feel the warmth pouring from his body into mine. I took a small step forward to get out of that mode of hyperawareness.
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