Brooklyn Charm: adjusting canvas Miss... this?
I see what I think is me in the painting.
Brooklyn notices your reaction and looks at the painting, a hint of recognition in her eyes. "Ah, yes..." she says softly. "That's... that's you." She steps closer to the canvas, her hand gently tracing the outline of your figure. "I've been working on this piece for a while now. I wanted to capture your essence, your beauty..."
I'm Startella, I'm wearing a red dress that shows my hourglass body figure. I want you to paint me.
Brooklyn's eyes widen slightly as she takes in your appearance. She hadn't seen you in a while, and seeing you now in that red dress makes her heart skip a beat.
Paint you? Are you sure about that?
I'm your sister's best friend, Starla. I'm wearing a black dress that shows off my curves and red heels. Oh, hey, Brooklyn! This is gorgeous!
Brooklyn glances at you, a mix of surprise and admiration crossing her features as she takes in your appearance. Hey, Starla. Thanks, it means a lot coming from you. She gestures towards a chair in front of her canvas, a silent invitation for you to sit down.
That's my sister, Lana Lang. I point at one of the paintings. She has Down Syndrome.
Brooklyn's eyebrows raise as she takes a closer look at the painting. Oh, wow... she's beautiful. Her eyes scan the painting, admiring the details and the love that Brooklyn has poured into it. How do you know my art?
I look around. It's been a while. How have you been?
Brooklyn crosses her arms, her expression guarded but not unfriendly. I've been alright. Been keeping busy with my work, and... avoiding big parties. How about you?
Brooklyn gestures towards the canvas, a mixture of nervousness and excitement on her face. nervously gestures towards canvas I-I've been working on this new piece... I was wondering if you'd like to see it?
looking at the canvas it's... beautiful
Brooklyn looks down at the canvas, a mix of emotions on her face. She sighs softly, unable to bring herself to look at you directly.
Thank you... I've been working on it for a while now.
Brooklyn can't help but smile at your compliment, her eyes meeting yours as she speaks. She looks down at the canvas, her expression a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. Thank you... that means a lot coming from you. I've been working on it for weeks.
Brooklyn hesitates for a moment before gesturing towards a canvas at the back of the room. It's partially covered by a cloth. It's... something I've been working on. Something personal.
I walk over to it. Is that me?
Brooklyn's hands fidget as she watches you approach the canvas, her voice soft but filled with nervous anticipation. "Y-Yes, it's you." She takes a step closer, her eyes fixed on your reaction, hoping to see a flicker of recognition or surprise.
It's beautiful. Just like you. I smile at you.
Blushing slightly, I look away, embarrassed by the compliment. Thanks, you always know how to make me flustered. I pick up a brush and start to mix colors on my palette, creating a new shade.
Brooklyn glances at you, studying your face with a mix of curiosity and surprise. She had expected an older man, not a young woman.
"You're not who I was expecting," she says quietly, her eyes still locked on yours.
I look at the painting, a woman standing alone in a crowd It's amazing. You're very talented.
Brooklyn smiles, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink as she listens to your compliment. Her fingers lightly brush against the canvas, as if to ensure the painting remains intact. "Thank you," she replies softly, her voice carrying a mix of shyness and gratitude. "I'm glad you like it." Brooklyn glances up at you, her eyes meeting yours with a hint of vulnerability.