from many things. Things I
feel passionate about, things I have learned for the first time, something that
just sort of tweaks, ya know?”
“I don't know at all. I can't
even imagine how you do any of this, but I like it. It's all pretty incredible,
just like you.”
“Awe,” squealed Brenda.
I casted Brenda a scathing look,
hoping she would stop making the situation infinitely worse every time she
opened her mouth.
At least he had stopped asking me
out, or checking out my body. Asking about my artwork was a little more
preferable.
“So if I wanted one of these, how
much would it cost me?”
For the first time since Jet
arrived, I actually smiled, and it felt really good. “$300,” I told him.
I heard Brenda gasp beside me,
and it made the moment that much more enjoyable.
“Really, $300?” He looked back at the artwork
and I could see the wheels turning. I didn't want him to own one of my pieces,
but if he was desperate enough to try to impress me, then he could pay for it.
He continued to study a
particular drawing, and to my surprise, he took it off the wall and handed it
to me.
“You can't be serious.”
“Oh, I am. I will have something
of yours.” He chuckled as I rolled my eyes. I watched as he took out his
wallet, and literally counted out three hundred dollars right in front of me.
He handed the money to me, and I took it, thinking that he must have very rich
parents. I handed the painting to Brenda and asked her to wrap it as I turned
back to him.
“Well, thank you.”
“You're welcome. I can't wait to
see what it looks like in my place.”
Brenda finished wrapping the
piece, and handed it to him.
“Anyway ... I happened to get
here in time to overhear your little conversation.”
“What conversation would that
have been?” I asked confused.
“Something about needing a changing subject.” I just stared at him, not
understanding where he was going with the conversation. “You seem to be having
trouble with your project, so I thought I would help you out.”
“How could you possibly help me
out? You don't know a thing about art.”
“Well, that's true, but I thought
maybe I could help you by being the changing object in your art project.”
“If this is some kind of an
erection joke, I'm not finding it very funny.”
He laughed, and I couldn't help
but awkwardly join him.
“I'm dead serious, though. I
think it would be fun, and it would really help you to finish your project.”
“I don't know.”
“Natalie, there aren't too many
people I'm willing to go out on a limb for. Let's just go out once and you can
draw me for your project even if you never want to go out with me again. What
do you have to lose?”
It was true, I didn't have a clue
what I was going to do for the project, and nothing seemed to be coming to me.
So maybe I should use Jet for the project, and see how it went. I could always
stop it at any time if a better idea came along.
“Alright, Jet, you have a deal,
but don't think for a minute you’re getting lucky with an artist. That drawing
is as close to me as you're going to get.”
He grinned as he gave me his
number, and told me to call him later to meet up. He then put my picture under
his arm, and headed out of the tent before I could change my mind.
“Goodbye, beautiful!” he shouted
over his shoulder and just like that, he was gone.
I turned to look at Brenda. “I
must be out of my mind.”
“This is the most excitement I've
ever had at an art walk.”
We laughed; however, the comment
was totally true.
“I can't believe you charged him
$300 for that drawing after what you said to me!”
“He was an exception, and he
deserved it.”
It turned out that the day was a
pretty profitable one, after all.
When I arrived home from the art
walk, I put my money in a jar, excited that I had made so much, and giddy that
I had pulled one over on Jet. I thought about what I was going to spend my
newfound wealth on as I stripped down in my
feel passionate about, things I have learned for the first time, something that
just sort of tweaks, ya know?”
“I don't know at all. I can't
even imagine how you do any of this, but I like it. It's all pretty incredible,
just like you.”
“Awe,” squealed Brenda.
I casted Brenda a scathing look,
hoping she would stop making the situation infinitely worse every time she
opened her mouth.
At least he had stopped asking me
out, or checking out my body. Asking about my artwork was a little more
preferable.
“So if I wanted one of these, how
much would it cost me?”
For the first time since Jet
arrived, I actually smiled, and it felt really good. “$300,” I told him.
I heard Brenda gasp beside me,
and it made the moment that much more enjoyable.
“Really, $300?” He looked back at the artwork
and I could see the wheels turning. I didn't want him to own one of my pieces,
but if he was desperate enough to try to impress me, then he could pay for it.
He continued to study a
particular drawing, and to my surprise, he took it off the wall and handed it
to me.
“You can't be serious.”
“Oh, I am. I will have something
of yours.” He chuckled as I rolled my eyes. I watched as he took out his
wallet, and literally counted out three hundred dollars right in front of me.
He handed the money to me, and I took it, thinking that he must have very rich
parents. I handed the painting to Brenda and asked her to wrap it as I turned
back to him.
“Well, thank you.”
“You're welcome. I can't wait to
see what it looks like in my place.”
Brenda finished wrapping the
piece, and handed it to him.
“Anyway ... I happened to get
here in time to overhear your little conversation.”
“What conversation would that
have been?” I asked confused.
“Something about needing a changing subject.” I just stared at him, not
understanding where he was going with the conversation. “You seem to be having
trouble with your project, so I thought I would help you out.”
“How could you possibly help me
out? You don't know a thing about art.”
“Well, that's true, but I thought
maybe I could help you by being the changing object in your art project.”
“If this is some kind of an
erection joke, I'm not finding it very funny.”
He laughed, and I couldn't help
but awkwardly join him.
“I'm dead serious, though. I
think it would be fun, and it would really help you to finish your project.”
“I don't know.”
“Natalie, there aren't too many
people I'm willing to go out on a limb for. Let's just go out once and you can
draw me for your project even if you never want to go out with me again. What
do you have to lose?”
It was true, I didn't have a clue
what I was going to do for the project, and nothing seemed to be coming to me.
So maybe I should use Jet for the project, and see how it went. I could always
stop it at any time if a better idea came along.
“Alright, Jet, you have a deal,
but don't think for a minute you’re getting lucky with an artist. That drawing
is as close to me as you're going to get.”
He grinned as he gave me his
number, and told me to call him later to meet up. He then put my picture under
his arm, and headed out of the tent before I could change my mind.
“Goodbye, beautiful!” he shouted
over his shoulder and just like that, he was gone.
I turned to look at Brenda. “I
must be out of my mind.”
“This is the most excitement I've
ever had at an art walk.”
We laughed; however, the comment
was totally true.
“I can't believe you charged him
$300 for that drawing after what you said to me!”
“He was an exception, and he
deserved it.”
It turned out that the day was a
pretty profitable one, after all.
When I arrived home from the art
walk, I put my money in a jar, excited that I had made so much, and giddy that
I had pulled one over on Jet. I thought about what I was going to spend my
newfound wealth on as I stripped down in my
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