Do You Want Me to Make a Pose

Kara mustered up her courage, but her voice was so soft like that of a kitten.

She cheered herself up again in frustration. She had always been low-key and had never spoken too loudly. It was a challenge for her to suddenly shout loudly on the street.

But for the sake of James, she was going all out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I can draw a beautiful sketch for you. If I can't, you won't pay for it."

Kara shouted with a red face.

After a few minutes, a man came over.

"How much does it cost to draw one?"

Kara scratched her head. She hadn't thought about the price.

She ran to the man who was drawing next to her and asked seriously, "Sir, how much do you charge for a drawing?"

The man had an angular and handsome face. He was tall and a bit rough, which looked terrifying.

He was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, which looked very ordinary.

Hearing her question, the man was a little stunned.

"I'm an art student. I came here to practice."