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Lydia stared at him attentively. Big beautiful browns, the alliterative phrase popped up. "Of course, it also depends on what the subject wants to do. It's up to her to be the artist's silent partner, helping him shape the entire evolution of the picture. A really outstanding subject is a treasure to find, at least for me." He finished somberly and stared at his glass. A moment passed in silence. "Would you like to paint me?" she asked. Another moment floated away. "Definitely," he smiled. "Is that an offer?" "Yes. Maybe." Lydia tossed her shoulders in confusion and they both broke out into laughter. When they looked back at each other both were smiling.

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He began imagining the scene in his mind's eye, Lydia seated comfortably in his studio, ready to pose. Helplessly he pictured her wearing a crimson and black frilly teddy emphasizing a high bust and tight curves. Her crossing and uncrossing a pair of legs sheathed in thigh-high black leather boots. Leering with intense wanton lust. Licking her lips at him... Daniel locked away the image and stuffed it back in the hormonal closets of his mind. "The eyes," he started over. "I'd have to check for the dominant feelings there, and pick one to set the whole mood." Daniel looked into her eyes now. Soft, warm, open, melting, innocent, sensual, aware, unassuming, caring... a rush of superlative adjectives tumbled over each other in his head. "Then I'd draw the face around the framework of emotion. The hardest part is getting the eyes just right." He knew he'd never get her eyes wrong. "If the eyes work out, everything else just falls into place," he added quietly.

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Lydia took the opportunity to discreetly study him. Tall and well built, he cut a fine figure in that tux, she had to admit. Sea green eyes were framed by dark, almost feminine lashes. Stylishly short hair on a chiselled face, capped by a slightly rounded chin. He held his drink with casual confidence and exuded a friendly non-threatening air. His interest in her was more than polite, she knew. She liked him. "Tell me," Lydia said slowly. Daniel listened attentively. She continued, "If you were going to do me... how would you approach the painting?" Daniel unfroze his smile and genuinely beamed. "It'd be a pleasure. I find that a lovely subject just lends herself to portrayal on canvas." Not necessarily true...confirmed by the neutral expression in Lydia's eyes. Daniel hurried on. "But in terms of procedure, well -- skip terminology. I'd focus on the eyes to set the tone of the painting."

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"Just Daniel." He shook the older gentleman's hand firmly. He turned to face Lydia, who was standing like a vision of glory in streaming green and black. "Daniel," he repeated softly, taking her hand in a slowly pressing handshake. He felt the warmth and smoothness of her palm through the glove, lingering for a moment. She didn't protest. Regretfully, Daniel released her magnetic warm hand and returned his partial attention to Jason. "I dabble a little on the stock market. Well, sometimes with futures too." He grinned shamefacedly. "But mainly I paint: landscapes, impressionistic pieces, portraits..." He glanced meaningfully at Lydia. "I'm trying to learn to sculpt but it's hard going so far." Lydia looked interested, so he decided to press on. "Actually, right now I'm completing a collection on summer themes. Rivers, lakes, fishing, Venice, beaches, the city in August; things along that line." Lydia smiled coquettishly. "Things that are hot." Then, surprisingly, she winked. Daniel coughed and covered up with a drink of his brandy. The world temporarily narrowed to just the two of them, with Jason far away behind an opaque wall. Daniel blinked and awoke again to the noisy room. "Ummmmm. I like to think my works describe the season metaphorically. I've already done something like this with Fall, which is really my favourite season. I guess I'm in a rut." He smiled apologetically and raised his glass for a tiny sip.