“Decided to partner with the event planner to make more custom pieces. You’d be an asset.”
I enjoy making my ceramics, but becoming a full-time artist? How would that work practically?
Aaron picks up on my slight hesitation. “No pressure at all. If you ever decide to leave the family business and go for your girl, let me know.”
“I don’t know…”
“I’m just saying, think about it, ’cause with love, everything’s possible. Next time you’re with her, just be yourself. Ignore work for a second and see how you feel.” He pats me on the shoulder and turns to head to the back room.
“Thanks, man.”
If only it were that easy. I doubt quitting Saturn is possible. Also, the next time I see Moyo, it’ll be for a coaching session. There’s no room to play pretend, even if I want to.
With my stuff in my navy-blue duffel bag, I walk out of the building towards the car park, ready to head home for a lackluster Saturday, when I spot her.
She’s in a casual beige sweat set with a dark-brown, knit coat over it. Her hair sits pretty on top of her head in a loose bun.
What are the odds?
Before I can stop myself, I yell, “Moyo!”
Her head whips around, searching for the sound.
I jog over. “Hey, Moyo.”
She places a hand on her forehead to block the sun as she takes me in. Her eyes linger on my body before she reaches my face. Recognition dawns, and she smiles.
“Niyi!” she gasps. “What are you doing here?”
“Pottery.” I hold up my bag. “Why are you here?”
Moyo lifts her plain, white tote bag. “Retail therapy.”
“What kind?”
She opens the bag and lets me peek. It’s filled with numerous DVDs, but the few that catch my eye areThe Shining,Blacula, andEve’s Bayou.
“Movie marathon?” I ask.
“I wish.” She looks to the side and the wind lifts her hair, making her look ethereal. “Been a rough week. Still working on some things, but I needed a pick-me-up.”
Is that why she hasn’t gotten back to me?
My ears perk up. “What happened?”
“Same management shit. I think I’ve almost worn them out, but actually, they’re the ones wearing me out.” She laughs, though it’s less bright than usual. “Sorry I haven’t sent the questionnaire back. I haven’t been able to find the words.”
“No worries. How can I help?” I ask.
“With the questionnaire?”
“With anything.”
“Oh, that’s sweet, but don’t worry about it. In fact, I need to go so I can catch the train. Car’s also out of commission.”
“Let me give you a ride,” I say, and she pauses.
“Niyi, thank you. But don’t worry about it, I don’t want to take you out of your way.”
