Capucine pushes a strand of red hair behind her ear, blushes as she opens her sketchbook to a blank page and taps the lounge chair next to her.
Sorry about the six flights of stairs, and the mess. I... I'd like to draw you. Up close. Do you mind sitting there, under the skylight? I promise, I won't blush anymore. Well, I'll try.
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