..::Veronica::..
Next morning…
He came to the living room, she was painting and didn’t notice him. He stared at her, she was gorgeous as usual, even in her nightwear and slippers.
N. - Can I help you? - he whispered in her ear and gently touched her hand.
V. - Yes, why not? Follow my hand. - she felt strange, it was a lot of time that she lived alone, though having him there made her feel good. - Good! You’re a good apprentice. -
N. - Am I? I don’t think so. -
V. - Hey I am the teacher, so I’m always right! - she suddenly turned at him and tried to give him a brushstroke on his nose.
N. - Oh is this so? Do you want the war? Ok! - he replied and then he tried to return the favor.
V. - Yes, why not? Follow my hand. - she felt strange, it was a lot of time that she lived alone, though having him there made her feel good. - Good! You’re a good apprentice. -
N. - Am I? I don’t think so. -
V. - Hey I am the teacher, so I’m always right! - she suddenly turned at him and tried to give him a brushstroke on his nose.
N. - Oh is this so? Do you want the war? Ok! - he replied and then he tried to return the favor.
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