“Paint me this ni...” What could that mean? Rain stood up and quietly looked out the door. There was no one in the big room and she could clearly hear water running in the bathroom. Well, Vince was still in the shower. She could afford just a peek at the message. Afterall, it was very unlikely that Vince would have anything to hide from her. Rain slid the screen to unlock Vince’s phone and opened his message.
“Paint me this night in aquarelle.”
Cecile. Cecile? That was probably one of his models. Not a crime. Rain shrugged and shook head, so her golden curls showered upon her shoulders. The water was still running, so Rain had enough time to check at least one more message. She scrolled the screen. There was something in french. So this Cecile is from France? So what? Vince liked the language and the culture. Vince replied her with a poem?
A door in the big room slammed. Okay, she could just translate it later. Rain recent the message to herself and jumped on the bed, scaring the hell out of Vince’s annoying cat.
Darren H. Pryce
When he entered the room, she was already laying with sun playing in her curls and highlighting parts of her pale skin showing from under the cloth.
“So, you’re telling me, you really don’t see that, unlike Klimt, your Vince is just cultivating greyish dirt on his so called paintings?” Dave was sitting back in the chair shaking his head in total disapprove of Vince. Rain was sitting against him staring into her plate. Of course Dave couldn’t think of anything better than bringing her here. “Dos Cochinas” was a mexican restaurant with a lot of tasty meat dishes. Rain used to love this place, but that was before she met Vince and found a true path of vegan life. Okay, that sounded a little too weird. But that was the ides - Dave was trying too hard to lead her astray. It was hard enough with her never knowing what she could and could not eat. She didn’t need her best friend to mess with her head.
“He is trying.” Rain said steadily. She still was trying to talk Vince up to Davey.