The painting was lying on the backseat. It was a fifteen minute drive, and I doubt I had said more than ten sentences altogether. xxx video I tried to keep my thoughts with the painting, but that proved sheer impossible. If only I had expected to see him stepping into the classroom when I was working on the first rough sketches. Never had our paths crossed, never had our eyes met. I did not either, and yet it had happened. This was not, however, a kiss of lust. I had not expected such a thing, though. All I had was his reputation. His skills were extra-ordinary, even a student like me could see that. “I’d love to see some of your work,” I had said.
