Even though both had their disagreements about sharing the space. Robin and Wilder tried not to stay away from each other. It usually was them just bickering around the house as one entered or the other left. “Have a s**t day,” Wilder yelled as he walked out. “You too, i***t,” Robin yelled back from the kitchen. Fake niceties were fun.
Robin checked the date on her phone. 46 more weeks. She sighed and finished her breakfast. Luckily it was November, the weather was cold and the sky had no clouds. Perfect for Robin to set her supplies down and paint outside.
She cleared the patio in front of the kitchen and bought out her easel and secured her canvas in there. She looked at the scene in front of her again. It was a forest with mostly leafless trees, however, the weather was clear
