AUTUMN
The first half hour goes by pretty uneventful, with a few people asking me how I got into painting and where I studied. They generally seem to like the work, but then pass on to view the mosaics which, apparently, are the show-stopper tonight. I'm both bummed and relieved to know another artist is getting the attention.
Savvy checks her watch again and then looks at me. "I'm going to use the restroom. I've had a lot of that wine, and it's going through me."
"Thanks for the image."
She smiles, her eyes twinkling, before she heads through the crowd and toward the back. I watch her go, hoping she makes it quick because I don't know anyone else here. I should probably mingle, but I've never been great with that, and besides, I'm not in the mood for small talk.