Does that sound as fake to you as it sounds to me?
She pouted and shook her head. "I wish you don't get too shy of your talent," she murmured.
Even if she found the oddness in what I said, she said nothing to show it. she chuckled as though I had told her the best joke of the year. She picked up the sketchbook once again.
"I think you should give him this way. He has become a fan of your works; it took me a while to persuade him to remove the painting from the study where he hung it.
"He only agreed because I told him my relationship was on the line and the only thing that could save it was the painting being returned to you," she narrated as she took that page off the sketchbook. "I will give it to him for you."
I swallowed as I clenched the hand, I wanted to stretch forward to take the paper from her. "Don't you think it is not good enough for him to have it? I could make it look better."
