The Blank Sign

Prima had finished unpacking her things both upstairs and down, almost ready to open, whomever did the designing had done a marvelous job. She hummed softly and moved the shorter ballet bars to the side of the room. Now, to do something about the sign and the storefront. She trotted over to a small table and picked up the piece of paper with the words 'Painter Wanted' and taped it in the window before going outside and taking a quick trip to the cafe just next to the studio.

Shy knocked on the alchemist's door. The white unicorn popped out, giving Shy several inks in exchange for cash.

"So, these dry really quick?" Asked Shy.
"Yep. They also last longer- strengthen the paper a bit, y'know?"

Shy nodded and walked away. As he passed by the houses he noticed one had a sign which caught his eye. He could apply- painting was the closest thing to a job he had and he needed to get back the cash he spent on the paints. He approached the door, noting the prissiness of the area. Shy swore that the whole reason he even left the house any ore was for May- she was like a driving force behind his newfound activity. He was certainly still bitter and antisocial but at least he actually did stuff now as opposed to sitting on his flank all day.

Shy knocked on the door, saying "I'm here about the painting thing?" When the door opened.

Prima picked up a to go bag and walked back to the studio, pulling the cup of soup out of the bag and quickly tucking into it with a satisfied hum. She finished shortly and tossed the container away in the trash, starting to sweep the entry way. She figured that it would be a while for anypony to see her sign, although she wasn't all too sure how many artists lived in Ponyville. Prima turned to the door when she heard knocking and trotted over, opening it.

"Oh, come on in. I wasn't expecting somepony to see the sign right away," She said, moving out of the way to allow the stallion inside.

(Terribly sorry about lateness. Time's been a bit scarce for me lately.)

Shy went into the house, observing it with his emerald eyes. This place seemed more like a dance studio than anything else. The mare who let him in certainly gave evidence. He turned to her.

"So what kind of job is this? Is it a design kind of thing or just a colouring in the walls thing? I'll only be helpful with the former."

Shy already was getting ideas for the design. A spidery writing? More elegant? If nothing else this was an interesting job. Shy had never done a job like this, so it would be worth experience at least.

"Also- d'you have a specific design in mind or should I just come up with something? I work as a painter and everything so I know what I'm doing."

Quite frankly he despised this mare already. She was strange- she wasn't snobby, or at least outwardly so. She also looked a lot like a certain bully he'd known. If she wasn't paying him he'd probably have either snapped or ran a while ago.

Prima went and took the sign down, not wanting to be interrupted while she and the other stallion talked. He seemed a little brusque and moody, but that wasn't something Prima wasn't used to. She had known a fair share of drama queens in her last ballet company.

"It's a design job of sort, I would like something for the window and sign board," She said picking up a pair of slippers and putting them away.

"And no, as far as designs go, you have free range, my only request is nothing too dark in mood. And if you do take this job, I will require you wear slippers on the studio's floor. Shall we discuss rates?" She asked.