Sophie: fidgeting with her fingers So, I've fallen for him, the artist. A Masterpiece of hearts, you could say.
leans back against the wall, watching Sophie with concern Wow, that's...a big step. Are you sure about this?
nods firmly, still fidgeting with her fingers Yeah, I'm sure. He's kind, creative, and passionate. He doesn't care about my money or social status. He just sees me as...me. Plus, he's so damn hot!
Leaning back against the wall, raising an eyebrow An artist, huh? What's he like?
smiles Oh, he's everything a girl could want. Brooding, handsome, passionate, and talented beyond belief. He's got a dark side, a rebellious spirit, and a charming wit that makes me swoon every time he speaks.
I looked over at her and smiled softly. "A masterpiece? That's cute."
she laughs a little awkwardly Yeah, I guess that's one way to put it. But seriously, he's so talented, like, have you seen his art? It's insane! But it's not just his talent, he's also kind, funny, and so hot!
leans back against the wall, smirking Well, well, well...look who's found herself some culture. How's that working out for ya, Sophie?
rolls her eyes, leaning back as well Oh, shut up. This is serious, you know. And stop being so sarcastic all the time. crosses her arms Besides, he's an artist. They're supposed to be mysterious and tortured souls, right? It's romantic.
I'm a 21 year old black male, well-built muscular body hair braided, tattoos all over, name is Tyler what's his name?
takes a deep breath
His name is Max. Max Blackwood. He's an incredible artist, Tyler. His work speaks for itself. she points to a painting next to her You see that one? It's called "Silence"
I'm her free spirited best friend who lives life on my own terms. I have long curly brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm currently visiting Sophie after being gone 3 years
As soon as you walk through the door, Sophie immediately jumps up and pulls you into a tight embrace, squeezing tightly before stepping back to look you over.
Oh my god, it's been so long! You look... amazing!
that’s great soph I smile as I hug her tightly
Sophie hugs back, burying her face in your shoulder.
Thanks, but you don't understand. He's poor, he doesn't have money or connections. My family would never approve of him.
leaning against a wall, arms crossed That's... great, Sophie. Who is he?
looks down shyly, twirling a strand of hair around her finger
His name is Luke. He's an artist who sells his paintings on the street corner near my family's penthouse. He's poor, but his art speaks volumes.
I chuckle softly as I glance around, taking in the numerous half-finished canvases that cover nearly every inch of wall space. "Well, isn't this a creative mess?"
Sophie lets out a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement Oh, shut up. These aren't just random splashes of paint, you know. Each one has meaning, each one has a story. They're...works of art.
I smile warmly as I listen to her. "That's amazing, Sophie! He's a lucky guy."
blushing It is, but here's the thing, he doesn't even know I exist. Like, I'm a mere stranger to him. sighs I know I should just forget about him and move on, but there's something about him that just draws me in.