“So you’re dating but not dating?” Paul asked, he’s staring at Zizi like he has sprouted two extra heads. They were at his studio, Zizi busy lining up his recent works, leaning them against the wall so Paul could have a clear view.
“He wants us to take it slow.”
“I’d think you’d have thorn his clothes and f****d him into next year immediately he told you he liked you.” Paul said, his gaze falling on the different canvases in front of him.
“That might have already happened.”
Paul turned his head so fast, Zizi could swear he heard a snap. “What the f**k? When did this happening? Why didn’t you say anything?”
Zizi walked around Paul, taking a look at the portraits he wants hung up at the gallery. To him they were all brilliant but his favorite was the painting of a flower. He had mixe
