CHAPTER 11

 GARY

As the question about my potential career as a model lingered in the air, I couldn't help but entertain the idea that perhaps she was captivated by my image. Sporting a face that aligned with conventional notions of a model's allure, I initiated a conversation about her pursuits.

Emerson, immersed in the art of brewing coffee, disclosed her enrollment in law school. Our dialogue flowed, weaving through the tapestry of her passion for painting.

Spontaneously, I proposed the idea of having her craft my portrait.Initially met with surprise, she seemed reluctant. In an attempt to assuage any reservations, I offered compensation, sparking a laughter that broke the tension. With a condition attached—she demanded my acceptance regardless of the final result—I extended a gesture of friendship. Unexpected to her, I extended my hand, uttering, 'Let's befriends.' After a moment of confusion, she responded, 'Friends.'