I walked into the quiet store as the sounds of the busy street behind me slowly faded away with the creaking of the closing door. A muted silence permeated with the wafting of various scents contrasting against my nose, only to be interjected with the slow, soft grinding from further in. Canvases stacked vertically as the vellum on them, tinged yellow, looked as if a soft breeze would topple all of them down. A wall covered in a cacophonous amount of different paint causing me to squint to focus on any of it laid bare behind a counter, with the exception of a gray cloth curtain that separates the front of the store from the back. The curtain, stained by different finger sized colors at the left side trim that split the cloth in half seemed to match the wall of colors. I walked up to the counter and noticed that it was clean, the wood unmarred by paint, leaving the natural wood grain whole. As I stood there, listening to sounds of work happening, cleared my throat as the grinding stopped. A man reached at the curtain, his fingers pulled the it away as he stuck his head through to look at me. His faced was framed with a neatly trimmed beard as the, spectacles nested on his nose.

"Hello there sir. Sorry for the wait, I'll be out in a little bit to help you out." The Painter said.

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He retracted his head back behind the curtain and shuffled around in the back. As the curtain stopped swaying from being let go, the left side of the trim has received another color print of color. A soft, greenish, blue, like the foam of the ocean during a spring morning. It took him back to a memory that he seemed faded before, but now with a brush of color. The Painter push through the curtains, shaking him out of his daze. The man's leather apron was unblemished for the most part, except from the left, where thin lines of color seem to lightly brush upon it. The Painter's had was holding a cloth, rubbing his hands methodically with it.

"How may I help you today good sir?" The Painter asked.

"I would like to commission a painting from you. A grand painting fit for a princess." I smile plastered on my face as I responded to the painter.

"Sounds interesting, tell me more."