KENNEDY
"I-I'M SORRY, my workshop is messy. I don't usually take guests in here," I explained the moment we entered the attic. I thought of bringing him here since the whole room was soundproof. I put some insulators around the room to prevent the sound from coming inside when I'm painting and vice versa. I never imagined that it would become handy.
"It's my privilege to your only guest here," he replied while looking around the room.
I have a few paintings up here that I haven't sold yet. Then my eyes landed on the canvass that was covered by cloth. My eyes widen when I remember what it was. It was a painting I made the night that I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking and dreaming about him. I haven't finished it yet, but I'm sure he would recognize who it was if he saw it.
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