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“What is it?”
“The woman in the water...”
“What about her?” She giggled.
“She looks like you. We should do that.” I could see it now. It was all coming to fruition in my mind.
“What?” Her eyes widened.
“The project. There.” I pointed again. “We should do that. Imagine it, a beautiful woman in water surrounded by stars. It’s perfect and in line with the theme of Juliana’s show.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, wow.” That was something that would definitely stop the crowd and steal the show in a massive way.
It was a great idea, and I loved how we’d come by it.
But should I be worried that I was more excited to see Jia smile and her beautiful eyes sparkle than about the killer idea itself?
Chapter 10
Hunter
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I’d been home for threehours now. It was late, and Devon was here talking about the guys at the center, but I was still thinking about Jia.
We actually had a good day. What I liked most is how we explored our ideas and came up with a plan. Well, it was her idea, to be fair. Her vision, but when we started exploring it, it all came alive.
I’d never had anyone to talk to like this. Not even in my art classes.
At college, I was so good with everything and managed my workload so efficiently that I was allowed to take on an extra module, and by the end, the credits amounted to an Art History diploma. I loved it, and I went on to take further classes in technique, just in my own time, but I’d never met anyone with the passion and vision I saw in Jia today.
We didn’t really get going in the sense of really talking art, but it was how she looked as she talked about what she saw that got to me and gripped me.
“Hey, man, you’re out of beer.” Devon came into the living room from the kitchen carrying two cans of Dr. Pepper and a massive bag of Cheetos.
