He Left Me Alone

8

"Dude, is that Mr. Wade?"

He exclaimed. Indeed, so loud.

"Your painting is amazing!"

Once again, he exclaimed. Almost shouted, even.

That day's lesson was potrait. And yes, I was painting Mr. Wade, our Art teacher.

"Thank you," I said. I was sure my face blushed. I noticed dots of paint on the tip of his lips. An odd figure of a man painted on his canvas.

He smiled.

"You should teach me sometime."