"What was that about?" Mia questions sharply as we stand in front of our canvases.
"What?"I mutter not looking at her.There is no model in front of the class and most of the students hadn't even come in since the lunch finished barely a few seconds ago.
I keep my eyes on the blank canvas but beside me I can feel Mia's glare sharpen.
I know perfectly well what she has asked me about , and I know she knows that as well but with a huff decides to humor "The thing you did in cafeteria "her annoyance and impatience at me clear.
"I have my reasons" I say in dryly , not at all willing to explain I pick up a brush.
Mr.Andrews thankfully has walk in and is placing a mini statue, renaissance sculpture of a women on the stool.
Mia picks up her brush too but doesn't even glance at the mode
