“I’m impressed,” I say wholeheartedly. The shading on the slopes and cedars is incredible. She hasn’t left a detail untouched. At first glance, it looks like a black and white photograph. “You’re just saying that.” She tugs on her bottom lip, and something sparks between us. “No, I’m not. You should know I don’t give frivolous compliments. You’ve got a real talent with this. I had no idea,” I say. She laughs. “Well, maybe one day I’ll draw you like one of my French girls.” I lift an eyebrow and shake my head. When I turn around, I can’t help but smile.
