By the time he stopped to refill his drink, the flat had emptied.
I should really get going, I said, conscious of the sudden silence.
Stick around, He slugged lemonade into a glass and handed it to me before dropping onto the sofa.
It’s been way too long, Alessia.
Sit down, huh?
He had a funny way of saying my name, an almost grandiose exaggeration to the ‘s’ sound but he didn’t seem to do it on purpose.
And if he did, it only made it sound prettier.
I sat on the edge of the sofa.
So, what do you do? I asked.
He tried not to smile.
I’m an artist.
It made sense.
He’d been an only child, after all.
No siblings to follow, precious enough to his parents to make his dreams dwarf their expectations.
Or maybe they just hadn’t particularly cared.
Oh really? His mouth lifted reluctantly.
Hey, you wanna see a picture I did of you? I blinked and swallowed a mouthful of lemonade hurriedly.
What? He set his glass down, reached for a stack of canvases stored under the coffee table and flipped one over to show me. Free adult no sign up chat camp springs.
There was a triangle painted on it.
Do you like it? he asked.
I looked at him and he looked expectantly back at me.
I tried not to frown; tilted my head and tried to see the canvas objectively.
The triangle looked perfectly triangular.
But it was just a triangle.
Well? Hanson asked.
I cleared my throat.
Uh – so is that like abstract? He turned away from me.
You don’t like it, His voice snagged.
Do you know how long that took me? I was up all night.
And you don’t even like it?
I looked at his profile in disbelief.
He glared at the floor. Ukraine sex pics.
Then pressed the thumb and forefinger of one hand to his eyes.
I gazed at him incredulously.
He didn’t speak.
He made Sperm com. a small defeated sound in his throat.
Of course I like it, I reassured, touching his arm placatingly.
I – I just – I don’t quite get it.
I’ve never been particularly into art.
I think it’s great.
Uh – like it’s simple at face value but then – uh- I couldn’t think of anything more to say.
Then? He looked at me accusingly.
I –uh, The back of my neck felt hot.
I – and the more you look at it the more – the more you see?
He started laughing.
Tossed the canvas across the room.
Grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
You’re too nice for your own good, He couldn’t stop laughing.