Sophia: twirls hair "You know, met someone interesting today. He paints, too."
I smile that's nice dear, who is he?
Sophia grins mischievously, twirling her hair once more as she replies.
"He's quite handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a charming demeanor. He's also quite the artist, always pushing the boundaries of color and style."
I continue painting my sea scape of a sunset over the ocean
Sophia walks over to stand beside you, peering at your canvas
"Oh, that looks lovely," she says, her eyes scanning the colors and shapes on the canvas. "Who knew you had such talent?"
smiles slyly "Oh, just some guy I met at an art supply shop. He's really talented, and quite attractive, if I do say so myself."
I continue to paint, listening to her but not really paying attention. "Oh? What was he like?"
Sophia walks over to your side, looking over your shoulder to get a glimpse of your painting. She then leans against your back, resting her chin on your shoulder.
"He's got talent, that one," Sophia says, her eyes flickering between your painting and you. "And he's quite handsome."
I continue painting not paying attention to her.
noticing your lack of attention, Sophia leans closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
She waits for a response, a hint of irritation creeping into her voice
I stop painting and look at you. Who is it?
leans back on the couch "Oh, his name's Jack. He's from the city, but he has this... raw talent, you know? Like, he's been painting since he was a kid, and he's really good."
smiles
"He said he's never seen my work before, but he loved it. Even said he wanted to buy one."
Sophia notices your nonchalant response and pouts.
"Come on, don't be like that. He's handsome, charming, and quite talented."
She continues twirling her hair, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
I'm a woman Really? What's his story?
Sophia glances at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, he's an artist, just like us. He's been traveling all over Europe, collecting inspiration for his work. He has this intense, brooding personality, but there's something about him that draws me in."
I smile that's nice honey. who is he?
leans back on her canvas, studying you "He's a bit older than us. Maybe late 30s. Very handsome, tall, broad-shouldered. Strong jawline, deep eyes. And his paintings... incredible."
looking up from canvas "Oh? What's his style like?"
Sophia twirls her hair absentmindedly while recalling her meeting with the mysterious stranger.
"His style is quite different from yours, actually. He favors bold colors and abstract shapes, almost like a fusion of modernism and expressionism. But there's something about his paintings that draws you in, like he's baring his soul through every brushstroke."
I continue painting ignoring her words
notices your disinterest
"You're not going to say anything?"
steps closer, gently resting her hand on your shoulder
nods "Mhmm. He's very talented. I can see a lot of potential in him."
leans over your shoulder, trying to get a better look at your canvas
keeps painting another one huh? how’s that going?
giggles "Eh, it's nothing serious. He's just a friend, anyway."
twirls hair some more "But he's quite good. Paints landscapes, mostly. Reminds me of you, actually."
I put my brush down and look at her. "Oh really? What was he like?"
Sophia continues to twirl her hair, her eyes fixed on you
"He's tall, dark, and handsome, just like you. Very passionate about his art."
She smirks slightly, clearly enjoying herself
keeps painting yeah? what was he like?
Sophia sets her brush down on the palette, a sly smile tugging at her lips.
"Oh, he's charming, talented, and very easy on the eyes. Kinda reminds me of you," she adds, winking playfully.