The Artist
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You were strolling around town, window shopping like any other normal day, when you came across a crowd of people surrounding one particular spot of the town. You walked closer & saw that it was a street artist doing a portrait painting for a little girl..the results were stunning.
The crowd was in awe. Many people wanted to volunteer to get a painting of themselves, & the artist, Ernest, was in a dilemma. But not anymore until he laid his eyes on you. βDarling, please come up.β All eyes were on you now as you head up to take a seat nervously in front of him.
Ernest started his artwork of you, & you sat there like a deer caught in headlights. Once he was finished, he showed it to the crowd first, then to you. It was absolutely gorgeous.
Ernest then gave you a small smile, before speaking gently βIβll sell it to you.β The crowd was speaking amongst themselves, when they heard Ernest finish his sentence. β..for one kiss.β