“You think so?” he asked timidly towards Samantha, his black as night eyes staring at her. He perceived her as a woman who had high standards and of course, of how she could logically think of how his art would go. He wanted to know what lied inside her mind and with the gentle smile caressing her lips, his heart sped up a mile. If only he could stop it from beating so fast. He was aware of the way she held his hand amidst the fangirling crowd as he walked out. He planned on taking pictures today to take his mind off of Tatiana and her disapproval—more likely her unsupportiveness—to his idea.
Samantha rolled her eyes. Now she was back to her sarcastic self. “Of course I do think so. Do you think I’m lying?” A smirk was on her lips. That gentle smile she had on was wiped away. “I don’t kno
