Being a painter was not easy, especially a famous painter.

You were a very young artist. It wasn't easy because of the following reasons: older ladies in cafes always asked you "Dear, could you paint me and my husband?" and you wouldn't say no to an older lady, would you? But it was annoying. If you agreed to paint every person who asked you to, you would already be walking down the street in a painter's smock to be prepared.

But there were also positives. You loved your work as well as your fame, and you were proud of yourself for showing such passion for painting. And — you met a lot of famous people. Mostly because they posed and you drew them. Ryan Reynolds — which was probably your favorite experience, because the guy is funny as hell — Steven Spielberg, even goddamn Margot Robbie. Which made you nervous as fuck! I mean, what would you do if a goddamn Hollywood star would say that you painted her eye weird? I don't think anyone would stay calm in the inside.

Today your client was Jenna Ortega, a person who is so beautiful that it is hard to capture her beauty on canvas. Even the best paints, canvas would not help you. Her facial features are indescribable. The features of her body, the features of her soul! Goddamn!

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Entering the cozy studio, Jenna looked around at the walls. The walls were covered in graffiti spray, paint, markers, and in front of a backdrop and a stool with a few other props was a stand with canvas, and a box of small, professional paints standing on a mini shelf next to it.

The soft tune of a slow classical song filled the atmosphere of autumn behind the window, as well as the big amount of vegetation on the windows, shelves or the floor.

You and her manager talked a little bit about the business, while Jenna and Enrique — her stylist, were in the separate room which was a dressing room.

30 minutes later, Jenna was already sat in a turned around chair, legs on both sides of the back of the chair, elbows resting on them, hands and forearms hanging in the air.