Class Dismissed (One-on-One)

"For sure," she said, sweeping the clay scraps into her hand. "See you later."

 

(Do you want to do a time skip, or should we go through lunch?)

 

(Hm. Would Francis be interacting with anyone?)

 

(Let's skip to after school then. That okay?)

 

The art center that Poppy had directed Francis to was fairly crowded. Art students streamed in and out of its door, holding canvases, easels, and paint sets. Poppy leaned against the brick wall just outside the entrance, waiting patiently for Francis to appear.

 

She gave him a quick smile before shifting her bag on her shoulder.

"Hello," she said. "Ready to go in?"

 

They entered the center and approached the main desk.

"Excuse me," Poppy said politely. "Could you possibly point us to the kiln?"

The lady at the desk looked up at her over her half-moon glasses and grinned a red-lipped smile.

"Sure, hon. Down the hallway and to the left. You can't miss it."

 

Poppy followed him, her expression eager.

"Have you ever worked with a kiln before?"

 

"They're cool," she said, nodding to herself. "But if you're making something big, then you need to hollow it out. Otherwise, it will explode and ruin everyone else's work."

 

"Nah," she said lightly. "Ours are really small, so we don't need to worry."