Samuel looked around Zinnia's art studio, taking in the beautiful paintings that lined the walls. There were landscapes, abstract pieces, and still lifes, but something struck him as odd—there wasn't a single portrait.
His brow furrowed as he scanned the room once more, just to be sure. "Zinnia," he asked, turning to face her, "I don't see any portraits. Do you ever paint people?"
Zinnia paused from cleaning her brushes, glancing at him with a small smile. "No, not really," she replied. "Portraits have never been my thing. I guess I just never felt the urge to do one." Her eyes lit up with mischief as she added, "But if you want, I could paint you. You'd be an interesting subject."
Samuel felt heat rise to his face, caught off guard by her offer. His heart raced at the thought of her capturing his likeness on canvas. "Me?" he asked, unsure. "You'd really want to paint me?"
