Eyes of dark green were fixed up the wall, observing it, examining it with an intensity that would probably startle most, after all it was only a wall. But not to her. A paint brush was held in one hand, between two elegant fingers that could easily play the piano as well. Dark ebony lashes swept downward in a blink as the pale hand holding the brush dipped down to gather more pigment into the bristles. Open again, direct was the girl's gaze, iris' the color of poison and vivid set against her pale skin and the cascade of long raven black hair hair that framed her face and shoulders. A smile curved on those lips, she hummed some odd, old ditty as her brush stroked over the blank spot in the wall, with all the infinite tenderness of a lover.
Vivian Verch found this a perfect way to pass her time, her paints set out and a water cup near by, the smell of baking filling her senses. She was glad she used acrylic rather then oil, the scent of the paint was softer then the sweetness of the vanilla and chocolate that lingered out into the air of the shop. She inhaled, happily, her eyes slightly closing before she found her mouth opening in a laugh, as she spotted one of the small fairies she had painted into the mural mimicking the same action. Vi compressed her lips, the corners quirking even as she leaned down to meet the diminutive figure's gaze, wrinkling her nose at the sassy posture it took.
"Now none of that, don't draw too much attention to yourself..." She murmured, the husky sweetness of her voice caused the tiny female to nod and giggle, a hand coming up to cover her mouth, even though no sound emerged from the laughter, her little creations couldn't talk or make noise, but they were very animated as they wished to be. The dainty figure turned her back to Vi, stretching out her wings, one of which still needed another stroke of the vivid azure that laden her paint brush. Her hand stretched out, and a flick of her wrist add that key color, another brush was picked up with a touch of water in it to smooth the colors and soften the over all look. Her mural was like a dream come alive.
The clock struck then, chiming the hour, almost opening time. The female heaved a sigh and slipped off the counter, she was the first one here as was often the case, picking up her brushes and closing the box that held them all, her pallet in the other hand as she pushed the paint box back against the wall against a dry section. Time to clean up and make herself half way decent for work. She entered the kitchen, surprised to find Ariella already there, she nodded to her, heading to the one sink that the pastry chef had approved for her to use for her paints separate from the food sinks.
Brushes rinsed and left in their cup in the window she stripped off her smock, revealing the pretty uniform for her work, a green dress that hit mid thigh, the skirts held up and fluffed out more by the petticoats beneath it, Vi grabbed the white apron she had stashed in her bag from her bag in the employee's area and tied it neatly around her waist, smiling over at the pastry chef, it was hard to not like the girl, and she had followed Ari here for work.