Max Caulfield & Open
Max was nervous. She'd never hosted her own booth before and showed off so much of her photography before. This was all new, uncharted territory to her. There were a million thoughts swirling in her head. What if people didn't like what they saw? What if they laughed at her? Her stomach did somersaults as she set up the last of her artwork and stepped back, looking at what she'd just setup. She smiled; it looked good to her. She could only hope that others saw what she did in the display.
Settling into her chair, Max moved to open her book of photographs on the table, flipping through to some she believed were her best. Again, the thought came that she hoped others saw the same thing as she did. She moved her hand and knocked over her bottle of water. "Oh no!" Max hissed, instantly invoking her powers in order to stop it. The bottle flew back up on the table and the cap replaced itself perfectly.