Jack smiled faintly, still embarrassed. Maybe one day they could do games like that. Pretend to be other people. Flirt openly. Maybe even make love in that way. But he was still finding his footing, sexually, and he wanted to make it right for her.
“Oh you like it?” he asked gently. “It’s pretty isn’t it?”
She nodded mutely, scooting closer to look at it, not daring touch it as she could tell the paint was still wet. The detail and brush strokes..something she could never achieve with her camera, remembering Rapunzel’s remark about art versus photography.
“It’s beautiful…” she whispered, eyes roaming every inch of it. “A-Another new painting for a customer?” If it was then that meant the girl wasn’t her. As it was she was trying hard not to get a big head about it.
“No. For you.” Jack said simply with a shrug. “I found this canvas and I thought, I’m going to paint something. Something wonderful. Something beautiful. So I painted the sky first so I had something to compare the beauty with. Then, then the city because even if it’s a scary place it has beauty within it. And then… then…”
He gestures to the girl with the long hair, holding a leash where a little dog would be painted in soon.
“Then I painted the beautiful one.”
Jack Maple 