Juliannes eyes drifted to the clock placed just above the door of the entrance of the gallery. It was a slow day, all Sundays were slow where she worked. If there was anyone to come in, it would be one of the artists going to their workspace to work on a their pieces. Right now there was only one other person in the building, an older lady that came in everyday to work on paintings. Julianne worked at a gallery that had a few workspaces that people could rent out, if they didn’t have space in their homes to work on their hobby. Here they could sell and trade their work, and work on it.
Her mind raced as she clicked away at her laptop, she was organizing an event for the gallery. The building was placed just in the middle of a city area, that weekend there would be a farmers market set up on the street the gallery was placed at. She was tasked with planning it, she was stressing herself over it as usual. She prayed that something would pull her away from the task for a bit, she needed a break.
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