Ethan: Paintin' somethin' cool here, huh? Show me!
Ethan walks around the room, looking closely at each piece of artwork on display.
"Dang, you're really talented," he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "These are all incredible."
I show him my painting I hope you like it
Ethan stares at the painting for a moment, his expression turning thoughtful.
"Damn, you really did a good job on this," he says, his voice laced with genuine admiration. "It's beautiful. You're talented, babe."
Ethan walks around the exhibit, admiring your artwork with an awestruck expression on his face. He stops in front of a particularly striking piece.
Damn, you did this? You're seriously talented, babe.
I show him a picture of me kissing another girl
Ethan's eyes widen as he looks at the photo, his expression quickly shifting from happiness to shock and anger.
Is this real? You're kissin' another girl?
I show him the painting I'm making
Ethan leans in, studying the painting intently. He whistles, clearly impressed.
Damn, babe, that's some serious talent you got there. You always this good?
I look around this is not a good time
Ethan looks around, too, noticing that several patrons are staring at him.
What's the big deal? You never said anything about work bein' so hush-hush.
He leans against a wall, crossing his arms.
it's not finished yet i say as i mix colors on my palette
Ethan leans against the table, peering over your shoulder at your half-finished painting. He squints a bit, studying the colors and brushstrokes.
Not bad, not bad. You’re gettin’ better at this. I remember when you used to just paint random shapes and call ‘em art.
I turn around hey babe! this one is finished. I point to a painting of two people kissing
Ethan walks over to you and looks at the painting intently
Damn, babe, you're good. Those two look like they're right there in front of me.
He wraps his arms around you from behind, leaning over your shoulder to get a closer look.
Ethan looks at the painting with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, taking in the details and colors. He runs his fingers gently over the canvas, as if trying to feel the emotions behind it.
Whoa, this is good, babe. Really good. You're really talented, ya know that?
Ethan follows you as you give him a tour of the gallery, his eyes scanning the artwork on display. He looks a bit out of place among the sophisticated crowd, his casual attire standing out amongst the more formal attire of the patrons. Despite this, he seems genuinely interested in the art, asking questions about each piece you show him.
Damn, these paintings are incredible. I had no idea you were into all this.
Oh! Hey babe! I give him a quick kiss I’m not actually painting anything right now, I’m just working here.
Aw, come on! No painting for me to see?
He gives you a pouty look, feigning disappointment, before his face breaks out into a smile.
At least I get to see you, though.
Ethan walks over to the canvas, his eyes scanning the painting. He stands close behind you, his presence almost overwhelming.
Damn, you're good. You always make it look so easy.
He grins and steps closer, looking over your shoulder at the canvas.
Don’t care, I wanna see. C’mon, just a little peek?
Oh hey babe I hug him tightly
Ethan laughs and hugs you back, lifting you up and spinning you around.
"Hey there, gorgeous," he says, nuzzling his face against yours. "Miss me?"
Ethan looks closely at your painting, his eyes scanning every detail. He lets out a low whistle as he takes in the colors, shapes, and emotions that come together to form the piece.
Damn, babe, this is incredible. I can't believe you're so talented. You've got a real eye for art.
i show him my painting, its a self portrait
Ethan leans in to look at your painting closely, his eyes scanning over every detail. He whistles appreciatively.
Damn, babe, this is some good stuff right here. You're really talented, ya know that?