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took her daughter’s hand, and left.
    I sat back down once again.
    “You really need to start
charging more for your work, Natalie, you are
practically giving the stuff away.”
    “One day maybe. I'm not too worried about it
right now. When the time is right, I will.”
    “You could have easily made $300
bucks right there though.”
    “I know, but it seems like an
awful lot of money...”
    “You're an artist Nat, and you
have to understand that your work is worth that much.”
    “Like I said, one day.”
    “All right, I hope so. So what
have you decided to do for your changing object project?”
    “Ugh, I have no idea. I keep
trying to come up with something creative but it's just not happening. I should
be able to come up with something, but every time I think about it, I get ...
nothing.”
    I sipped on my coffee, enjoying
the heat that the creamy liquid offered my throat. The day just couldn't get
any better for me. I certainly didn't think it could get any worse, but that
was until Jet showed up.
    He walked into the tent like he
owned the place, and I couldn't believe that I couldn't shake the guy.
    “Well, well, well, what do we
have here? I found you at last,” he chuckled as he said it.
    “What are you doing here, Jet? I
wouldn't expect you to find you out at an art walk.”
    “Well, I figured you would be
here, and I wanted to see you.”
    I looked over at Brenda, whose
mouth was awkwardly dangling on the ground. We artists weren't use to incredibly
hot guys visiting our art tents. I nudged her arm so she could get a handle on
herself.
    There was no doubt about it, Jet
was insanely good-looking. Most girls would swoon over that black hair and
brown eyes, not to mention the body of a Greek god. The problem for me,
however, was every time I looked at him, I was
reminded of my boyfriend, and all he had done to me. I was not over the pain of
finding out he cheated on me, and chose my best friend to do it with. How could
I trust another man after that, especially one as smooth as Jet? He was used to
getting whatever he wanted from women. How was I any different? I had to assume
I would be used and abused, just like the rest of them.
    I continued to sip my coffee
while he looked at me for some sign of affection.
    “What do you want, Jet?”
    “A date, one date.”
    “Not gonna happen.”
    “You promised me, though.”
    I snorted, “Oh is that what that
sounded like to you? Do you know what a promise actually is?”
    “You are such a hardass . I can't get through to you no matter what.”
    “That's the truth.”
    He smiled. “Well, why the hell is
that?”
    “Too many reasons to list.”
    “There was this guy ...” Brenda
chirped up.
    “Brenda!” I yelled.
    Jet laughed. “Come on, you can't
be blaming me for whatever some guy did to you in the past. It's too cliché.”
    I felt my blood pressure rise.
“I'm not blaming you for anything. I just don't like you, and I'm entitled to
my opinion.”
    “Damn. Why are you so cold? I'm
actually a fun guy to hang around with. You know how to have fun, don't you?”
    “I do!” Brenda chimed in once
again. Both Jet and I turned to stare at her, and as she blushed, I smirked.
    “Thank you for that, Brenda.”
    “See, Brenda likes fun. I'm sure
if you tried it too, you would also find that it's kind of fun.”
    My coffee was getting cold, and I
was growing bored with our conversation.
    “So, what do you say?”
    “I don't want to hang out with
you, Jet.”
    Instead of leaving with his tail
between his legs, he started to browse my artwork. I just shook my head in
disbelief. He seemed to actually be looking at my pictures with interest. He
studied each and every one, and it started to make me a little uncomfortable.
He got real up close and personal with them, and it made me wonder what his
game really was.
    “Where do you get your
inspiration from? These are amazing.”
    I watched him, and decided to
have one little honest moment. “I get my inspiration