Trevor. She turned and her hair flipped along, seeing me close, she took a step backwards. Then adjust her hair back of her ears. My mind has been like a rollercoaster since I saw her in the kitchen. Different thoughts, I still can't believe I found her. Or no, she found me. We found ourselves. She's changed over three years. Before, she would be nervous, but all I see now is a bold, confident girl. Damn, what has she been consuming? Her beauty is ethereal. No girl comes close. “How do you have my picture here?” She folded her arms, staring at me keenly like I owed her an explanation. “I mean, do you know I did this?”I nod, brushing my hands through my hair. “From Golden lens. Sorry, I'm just a big fan of you, I told Kathy Jensen about it. She told me I could go ahead and have the picture.”She scoffed. “What?”“I know. I know. It sounds weird. I had to plead.” His hands brushed the painting. “I admired this alot.”“How? You know nothing about art.” “You're right. But the day I st
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