The art gallery (3)

Merve took a few deep breaths, gathered her courage, and made her way toward Corey.

"Do you like it?"

Corey turned toward the voice and he held his breath when his eyes landed on Merve. She has light makeup on, and her hair is braided and lifted up, and her yellow one-shoulder gown makes her look like a fairy. She is the most beautiful girl he ever saw, standing less than two steps away and she made a painting of him.

"Is that me?" Corey asked the obvious.

Merve smiled. "Yeah."

She glanced at his hand which is holding a rose, and he caught that moment.

"This is for you." Corey said and extended his arm, offering her the flower while hoping that she will not notice how his hands are shaking.

Merve lowered her head shyly and accepted the rose. "Thanks."

Corey looked at the portrait of himself. "I like it very much. You are exceptionally talented. I've seen many of your works, but this one tops them all. I want to buy it."