It is a quiet Saturday morning. One of the mornings where my twin sister Aphrodite isn‘t in fashion school for once.

We sit together in my little shop where I sell all my paintings. I just opened the shop a few minutes ago. I only open it once a week, I can’t produce enough paintings to open it every day.

I‘m so glad I just finished my last collection. Aphrodite mumbles Finally some peace.

You deserve it! That collection was awesome. I cheer her on and give her a small smile as our first customer walks in - a tall and thin guy, dark brown curls and this shy attitude decorated with way too much jewelry, which makes me play with my own rings

Aphrodite whistles at me. I give her a slightly annoyed look. She always bullies me whenever we even see a 4/10. Since she has her boyfriend Ryan - that damn prick who clearly doesn’t treat her right - she teases me even more about being single.

But still, I can’t help but check my outfit. It‘s a creme white maxi skirt and a green vintage top with little rhinestones all over it. My arms, my neck, my fingers: all covered in silver jewelry. My fingers check all the piercings in my ears before my gaze suddenly meets his. Though I don’t think he looks like someone searching for an actually jobless girl who lives off her father‘s wealth and sells paintings for pocket money.