Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

“Are we done yet?”

Twenty minutes later, the sun had risen to the top of the sky, shining on the earth. Blanca couldn’t help scratching her neck, she was exhausted… Maintaining the same position was no easy job at all!

“Almost done, just hang it there a bit longer!”

Hearing what Peter said, Blanca continued with her lips pursing. She had to carry on for her beautiful portrait!

However, a few minutes later when Blanca saw the portrait Peter had done for her, her face turned almost as dark as the charcoal next to her.

“Is this what you painted of me?”

What the heck was this!

On the paper, a cartoon character was standing next to the fountain with no vitality…

“Well, I did paint it.”

“I thought we were doing a portrait, weren’t we?” Blanca was angry.

She had been standing in the sun for almost half an hour, and all she got was a… Well, a stick figure?

“I didn’t say that thirty dollars were actually for portraits though.” Peter blinked his big eyes and looked at her with an innocent and cute face. He was originally a street artist, and at this time he still looked a bit scornful. His artistic vibe was extremely strong.

Blanca’s hand holding the sketch paper tightened.

“Besides, that paper was expensive.” Peter started packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave. It seemed like he was going to wrap up for the day.

And he didn’t seemly want to charge Blanca, “This one is for you, for free. It’s fate that had brought us together. Haha!”

Fate?

Eww! He was out of his mind!

If “I” went modeling, I would make more than three hundred bucks a day. How could he be so shameless!

Blanca rolled her eyes, stuffed thirty bucks directly into Peter’s bag, pursing her lips, and said, “Whatever your excuse is. I’ve paid you thirty dollars, you have to paint me a nice portrait no matter what.”

“Hey, hey, stop that!” Seeing Blanca reach out to pick up his painting kits, Peter got anxious. He stared at the little girl in front of him. He didn’t realize that the girl was really good-looking until now. Her complexion was white and tender, but she was slim and beautiful, looking extraordinarily… innocent.

Peter swallowed.

He couldn’t help swallowing.

There was a flash of inspiration in Blanca’s mind, and she decided to stay at Peter’s stall.

Matthew witnessed all this standing in front of the Japanese restaurant… The sun was shining even brighter, and the sunshine shadowed on Blanca. She was like an elf jumping around as if she had endless energy.

Matthew’s assistant Curtis found his height wasn’t tall enough for him to see everything, even though he was almost 6 feet. Curtis was getting anxious looking at the calm look on Matthew’s face.

“Mr. Grant, would you need me to bring back Mrs. Grant?”

Curtis found it embarrassing for Blanca and another guy to hang out laughing in front of Matthew, so he said to Matthew with caution.

“Is it necessary?” Matthew let out a cold humph.

Perhaps he didn’t realize it, but the look on his face gave him away. Matthew locked his sight on Blanca, hesitated for a while, and said to Curtis, “Bring her back.”

“…” Mr. Grant, you had been so stubborn!

Blanca said everything possible to finally get Peter’s Instagram account, and they followed each other too. She couldn’t hide the excitement on her face, “Are you in art school? I heard it was hard to get in there, I…”

“Mrs. Grant.”

Blanca pulled Peter’s arm pitifully thinking about how to make him teach herself painting. She saw his talents earlier! Peter’s talent were obvious to all, and being a sweet painter here was a waste of his talents.

Would it be possible to trick him into teaching “me”, oh no, that shouldn’t be “tricking”, it was all about learning something new, right?