Session 2
I'd just begun to think Zoey wasn't going to show up for a second night in a row and was about to try giving the painting yet another shot when her familiar, gentle knock sounded on my door. Grateful for any excuse not to continue failing, I quickly walked over to let her in. The first thing I immediately noticed was that my sister had changed up her wardrobe. While she was still wearing a T-shirt, gone were the skintight jeans, replaced instead with a double-layer plaid skirt that dropped to just above her knees, worn over a pair of sheer tights.
"See, told you I had more skirts," she said in amusement, and I lifted my eyes to find her smiling.
"Uhh, right," was the only response I could come up with, completely unsure of what to say. A part of me wanted to take a longer, sec
