Misunderstood

When I enter the room I feel refreshed. As I sit and I take a deep breath I can smell the clay packed in the back with the hint of paint drying. Nothing else gives me this feeling of refreshment and comfort, nothing but this art room.

*Knock Knock*

Huh? who could that be.

*door open*

A short old man with boxes around

“Can I help you?”

Huh why does he look so scared? He looked like he just pissed himself. Oh that right I should ask him if he would like to come inside.

“Hey old man, want to come inside and disgust about these boxes you have?”

I think he’s gonna pass out.

Jon grabs his shoulder as a way to ease the old fellow, but the old man all of a sudden collapses and brings the old man inside and lays him down on the sofa.

Oh so the old man was just delivering paint supplies. Hm I guess I’ll do a little something for him as he’s resting on the sofa. A little present.

(25 minutes later)

“Huh what happened to me, did I pass out in front of that scary yakuza?” as he said that he turned to his right and say him”

AHHHHHH shit I don’t want to be in a drug scandal.

(he thought that the boxes contained drugs)

But it doesn’t look like there’s anyone else here. He also looks pretty normal just sitting there and painting?

The old man got up from the sofa and started walking towards the man he thought was a yakuza, but then saw a beautiful painting.

“Is that me your painting young man?”

“Oh old man your awake” he said with eyes of joy

As he was smiling the old man could tell that he looked like he was enjoying the work he was doing.

“You really do love art don’t you.”

He nodded as he was putting the last touches on his work.

“Well then I’ll just be going then, see you again young man.”

“Wait, old man, take this before you go and you can call me Jon.” Jon said while giving he’s work.

The old man accepts his offer

“Thank you, also I’m not an artist but shouldn’t you sign this to mark that this is your name or tag?”

Jon started to smile and speed walk towards the back and got a little stamp with red inc on it. He put the work down on the table and stamped it on the bottom right corner.

“Here you go and thank you again.”

“Thank you.”

The old man walked out side the door with his work and ever since that incident the old man no longer became afraid of Jon and every time he visited Jon would make a new portrait of the old man but in different styles and techniques he was learning.