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Dreamer
Olivia Warren
Olive was pleasantly surprised when Iris came over to her table, waving back at her once she sat down. She turned to look out the window as Iris focused on her, watching a horse trot by before she answered. She would have to dig up some of her old sketches later, since she would have to start on the painting her Uncle wanted sometime later. He wanted another horse, to add to the others he'd paid Olive to paint for him. Most of them were amateurish, and it pained her to look at the awkward proportions, but he was stubborn about keeping them. Once upon a time, Olive had liked painting horses. But that, and a landscape of one of Unsung's historical buildings, were her most requested paintings. It was hard to keep liking something once she found herself drawing the same brown horse a dozen times. She blinked, abruptly remembering that Iris had asked her something. She didn't really want to talk, but it was worth it if she didn't have to talk to the waitress again. As long as she got the coffee she wanted, she didn't care what Iris ordered for her. Now, what had she asked? The weather? No, that didn't sound right.
"Ah, right." She folded her hands in her lap, glancing at Iris. "I'm fine," she thought she should probably say more. "You?"
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