When Sophie Wilson arrived at the gallery with a large pile of snacks and drinks, everyone in the gallery was overjoyed.
"Sophie's here?"
"Oh wow, it's from that place. It's my favorite!"
"Eat, eat, eat, that's all you know how to do."
The staff at the gallery were all young people, and they were in a lively phase, so they gathered around Sophie Wilson, chattering as they took everything from her hands.
"Sophie." Clarissa Taylor heard the commotion and came over, smiling as she took Sophie's hand. "Why did you come over today?"
"Just missed you, Mom." Sophie Wilson leaned against Clarissa Taylor with a grin. "And I wanted to soak up some art culture while I'm at it!"
Clarissa couldn't help but laugh; she had given up hope on her husband and daughter's artistic talents.
The two of them really were father and daughter, identical in their complete lack of talent.
"Come on, to the office." Clarissa led Sophie to the office by the hand.
