The ride to Richie's house seem painfully long as the air in the car was becoming too hard for me to breathe. I wished I could just teleport to anywhere but where he is. All through the ride, he was trying to make a conversation with me but I just couldn't figure out what to say to him. To be honest, he is a little bit intimidating. His broad shoulders, his intense gaze, God-like face and a sharp jaw line that looks like it will cut you if you dare touch. He is really good looking. I will give him that. But I am in no position to drool on it. A two minutes ride suddenly seem like two hours drive with all the tension around me.
"What are you studying again". I heard him speak loudly this time.
"Fine Arts". I responded shortly hoping he would stop talking.
"What level?". He asked again.
"Second year final".
"So what made you choose art. you have passion for drawing?".
"Yeah, sort off".
"I had always had passion for drawing". I remembered how I used to draw things for my mom when she was still here.
"If I pay you to draw for me, would you do it". I was taken aback by that question.
"Why would you want me to draw for you?". I asked him like he said something forbidden.
"Well, my mom's anniversary is coming up and I had always wanted a portrait of her". He said with a little sad tone. He actually seems like he had nothing to worry about.
I had never paid attention to him because every time I see him I got reminded of what happened. So I had always seen him as mean and cold. Not that something had changed, but this first of seeing him sad.
"Don't you have any one else to do it for you". I asked him not wanting to reject him directly.
"Well, I mean am still a student and I know you want her portrait to be perfect". He smiled a little bit showing off his cute little dimples that I never knew he had.
"I couldn't get anyone, besides, judging from your works I think you can handle it". I looked at him suddenly and asked. How did he know that I had drawn before. Is he a stalker?.