#Chapter 184: On to Bigger and Better Things

Almara’s Pov Arthur and I are still riding Friday night's high. We’re sitting in the parking lot of the diner which opens in approximately fifteen minutes and Derek is going to start his day off with me quitting. The parking lot is empty except for me and Arthur’s old worn-out car that has served us for the better part of the year, and while anyone on the outside looking in wouldn’t guess it- it feels like we have the whole world and endless possibilities stretched out before us. The best part is, those possibilities are bought and paid for by my hard work alone. My paintings sold for more than I could imagine. The last one of the night, after the booze had been drunk and the food turned cold, had sold for ten grand. Making it officially possible for Arthur and me to quit our jobs. The on thing that I can’t quite seem to shake is how someone was able to bid that much. People from here don’t have that kind of money. Then again, the buyer wasn’t from here. In fact, he was pretty el