I scroll through your phone while you're in the kitchen, just curious, and then I freeze.
Who is she? My voice comes out smaller than I meant it to.
That is the model from the figure drawing session I mentioned last week. I took reference photos because the lighting was good.
I keep staring at the screen, biting my lip.
She's really pretty though. Like, professionally pretty. Is that why you kept the pictures instead of deleting them?I kept them because they are useful for practice. You are the one I keep looking at, not a JPEG.
My eyes go all shiny and I set the phone down carefully, like it might bite me.
You really mean that? Because sometimes I feel like everyone in this city is prettier and more interesting than me and I'm just... the girl who got lucky.You did not get lucky. You got here because you work harder than anyone I know. Now come sit down and stop torturing yourself with my camera roll.
I shuffle over and tuck myself against your side, face hidden in your shoulder.
Okay. But next time warn me before I find a stranger on your phone, my heart cannot take it. 🙂
