I love your style and coloring! <3

I thought I'd share because I think this is a funny image, even though I didn't get it quite right, think of this as a sketch in written form. I'll fix it up and add details, but...

Foster sat with his back to a wall covered in faded yellow wallpaper. He smiled and nodded as two of the three remaining seats were taken. A mug was placed before him and filled with coffee by a woman who winked a blue eye and took the last empty chair at the table with a grin.

Smiling at each of them, but skipping the wink, he scanned the round table for cream and sugar. He wouldn’t have believed that such a small table could hold so much food and still have room for the red and white gingham placemats that in any other setting, Foster would have considered tacky. It seemed the plump gray haired woman that introduced herself as “Gran” was a master at table setting for even though the food had no theme or regularity, it was set with a rustic elegance. Cookies, pies and cupcakes were nestled with fried chicken, platters of vegetables and crackers and dips of at least four varieties. At the center of it all was a pale purple rose in full bloom in a slender glass vase.

Foster rejected the urge to slouch so that he didn’t tower over the women who grinned up at him in open curiosity. He smiled, and answered their invasive questions with good humored laughter while sipping coffee that was so strong he was sure he could feel his heart skitter with each swallow. He mirrored their easy and open attitudes, and laughed as often as they did while family and friends milled around the open combination kitchen living room

A little woman whose name he couldn’t remember, with brilliant blue eyes and a round mass of golden curls asked him, “So, Nicholas, how do you know our Sibby?”

“I frequent the bookstore she works at,” shaking his head at the plate of cookies that “Gran” held out to him.

“Would you like something else? Toast, soup, I’ve got a cake in the fridge, or if you like I can make you a sandwich?” Gran asked crouching at the edge of her seat ready to spring up and bring him food. As if there wasn’t enough in front of him.

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