American Graffiti

It was a beautiful day down on 16th street. The sun was shining and the temperature, though it had been low most of the week, was in the 60s today. There was very little breeze thanks to the tall buildings all around. Sometimes that wind could come in through the buildings and freeze you right to the bone, but not today. Walking past the Seven-Eleven on the corner, she glanced down the alley. There was a beautiful mural painted on the building just a little ways down. She was a little afraid to go down the alley but it was daylight and she just passed a group of three police officers not even half a block back. She wanted to get a closer look at the graffiti. She wasn't sure why, but something about it was catching her attention. She started down the alley and stopped in front of the mural. She stood there for sometime absorbing the beautiful purple and blue background. The woman at the center of the mural was beautiful. She had caramel skin and flowing dark hair. There seemed to be a breeze blowing through it. She was clearly naked although nothing was showing as her legs were crossed and she had one arm over her chest. She had a little tattoo on one of her arms. A beautiful butterfly. All of a sudden she knew what had caught her attention. It was that butterfly. The woman in the mural was someone she knew. It was her boss.

Working at the Bank of America building for the last fifteen years, she had not often seen her boss wear short sleeves. When she did, she usually wore a suit jacked over her shirt. One day, the air conditioning had stopped working and she had taken that jacket off. Lori remembered seeing that tattoo and thinking how nice it was because she had one similar to it on her back. She got a little closer to investigate the tattoo in the mural a little better. There was no mistaking it. It was Evelyn for sure. She puled out her phone and snapped a photo of the mural and the artist signature as well. She was curious as to who had painted her boss in a graffiti mural in down town Denver. Lori considered sending the picture to a co-worker, but she thought better of it. Jill had a big mouth and there was no way she wouldn't spread it around the office first chance she got.

She considered sending it to Sara herself but she thought better of it. She really wasn't friends with her boss and she wasn't sure how she would react to it. Lori wondered if Sara even knew that the mural was there, only a few blocks from her office. Lori started to think about how she would feel in this situation. Would she want someone to tell her? Of course she would. How would she want the subject to be approached?

Lori decided it would be best if she went to Sara's apartment and showed her the photos. So much for shopping today. Luckily, Sara lived in an apartment building that was only a few blocks away. Lori didn't even have to drive over. The building was beautiful and modern. It had very straight lines to it with white, black and grays for the color scheme. Lori found Sara's buzzer and stood there staring at it.. This was awkward. She should have spent the walk over imagining what she would say to get in the building. Would Sara even waste her weekend talking to Lori? Sara was kind of a cold person. She was analytical and straight forward. She had no time for nonsense at the office.

She decided that she would just hope for the best and pressed the buzzer...