"Here, the water you want." Because I was not allowed to leave the studio, or to be more precise, my figure was not allowed to leave the picture in her painting. So Sophia went straight out in person and got me a glass of water to quench my thirst. I noticed her visibly picking up pace when she came back, showing her concern.
"Thank you, sorry." I raised my head and smiled at it and took the water glass from her hand. I even kept the posture of sitting on the ground. Since she seemed so worried that I would get up and walk around, I might as well be more agreeable to her so that she could relieve her inner tension.
Sometimes people feel very nervous when they feel that they can't take what is happening in their own hands. This is not an exception to some people, it happens to everyone. It's just that different people experience different levels of stress.
"Speaking of which, why didn't Sophia talk to me about your last model? It's a boring break, right?" After noticing that she handed me the water, she seemed a little clueless about what to do, but subconsciously wanted to Staying in the studio watching over my Sophia. I decided to start a seemingly casual conversation in a casual tone.
"Why bring this up all of a sudden?" Maybe the cut into the topic still seemed a little abrupt, so her expression and body movements showed a sense of precaution in an instant.
"Because Abid and you were arguing with each other because of this male model named Adam Sugarman." I smiled and spread out my hands, looking very candid. "Don't look at how quiet I usually act, but I'm actually quite gossipy."
Looking at Sophia's gradually soothing brows, I continued: "Although I know that because of his new tattoo, he failed to complete the shooting that Abid wanted. But I am still very confused. When he was working with you, What is the taboo that makes you need to find a new model? It also helps me not to make the same mistake again."
"It's nothing, it's just that when he was with me, he understood things as a different situation." Sophia showed that she didn't want to mention it, but even if she avoided talking about it, I was still sure that Adam should be there In a way I like Sophia.
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After chatting for a while, just like when I was in school, I always felt that the time after class was very short. I just got a little understanding of her through the conversation, and we went back to work again.
Another over an hour passed until Sophia told me she was done with the overall pencil draft and I could relax for a while before she started coloring. I was finally able to sit up straight and stretch my limbs.
Different from before, perhaps the process of painting has deepened her investment, and Sophia's character traits that are usually hidden in the side that people can't see become more and more obvious. This situation is as if the patient is in the dialogue with the psychologist, and gradually after the dialogue deepens, he really shows the appearance of his psychological state.
Most obviously, she stopped being nervous about my actions out of her control, or for some other reason that I didn't know. She became more assertive and outgoing, and her desire for control allowed her to subconsciously take the lead in asking questions in our small talk.
"So you really won't think about becoming a commercial model after taking this job?" Sophia sat on the high stool beside her easel, looking down at me from top to bottom, continuing our previous lounge chat topic.
"That's right, because if I want to have a deeper and better development in psychology, I don't have so much free time to scatter my mind to other places." After I discovered her intention, I subconsciously Let go of dominance in the conversation.
When a person is comfortable with where they are, they reveal more of what they should not have said. The current Sophia is more like the Sophia I saw in the restaurant when we first met. But she couldn't help but be the same, because the gesture she usually made was just a subconscious alert and disguise to outsiders.
But at this time, she was high above the ground, but there was an element of madness about her art in it. "That's a shame, I think if you wanted to, you could be a high-end fashion model with all the jobs in the fashion world at your fingertips."
"Should I say thank you for looking up to me so much, Sophia." I smiled and shook my head and said, "Being a model is really a physical job, and the lifespan of this profession is too short, you can be more than 30 years old. Models are few and far between. I don't want to spend the rest of my life on my own."
While I was talking, I leaned my body to the table in the display behind me. Because of lying on my side, half of my body and thighs were numb, and I felt an unbearable feeling of numbness and pain when the blood returned. Perhaps it was my uncomfortable expression on my face, and Sophia suddenly made a proposal that surprised me.
"Are your hands and feet numb? This happens to many oil painting models after they have been in one position for too long. Why don't I give you a massage? After all, I asked you to lie on your side at the beginning. , on this ground that is only covered with a layer of cloth that is not soft."
Saying that, she ignored my refusal, and walked over to me almost unquestionably. Now I kind of know why the missing model, Adam Sugarman, took things the other way, as she said. Because this is Sophia's intention at all!
As soon as she walked up to me and squatted down, the expression on her face changed to a sexy expression that could easily be interpreted as another meaning. When she pressed her hand on my thigh muscles, the gentle massage was more like flirting. The expression on my face inevitably stiffened.
I don't know how Adam Sugarman behaved in the face of Sophia's actions. Anyway, how he behaves is relative interest, and the results are unlikely to end well. And my natural aptitude also determines that I can't show any feeling of being attracted to a woman.
But of course, I can't show disgust, otherwise I'm afraid it will backfire. So I could only relax my body as much as possible, and while enjoying the massage service she gave, I continued the conversation while answering the questions she asked, trying to keep the atmosphere from becoming embarrassing.
At the beginning, Sophia found that I was not so easy to be teased by her, and the expression on her face was very satisfied. Obviously, my 'sitting on my arms' was exactly what she wanted me to achieve. But as things continued to develop, I was stunned to find some anger that was easy to ignore between her brows.
Did I do something that made her think I was doing something wrong? I even glanced away and looked in other directions, trying to avoid meeting her gaze as much as possible. The doubts persisted for a few minutes before I understood what she said before she stopped. It's not that I'm doing something wrong, it's that I'm doing it too well!
"Although I knew you were gay before, I didn't expect you to have no interest in women at all." Her expression seemed obscure, and I couldn't figure out what she was thinking. "Could it be that in your eyes, Abid's obsessive-compulsive workaholic appearance at work will be more attractive than me now?"
I was completely confused, and I could only shake my head subconsciously and say, "That's not true, Sophia. Of course you are a very attractive woman! It's just that my sexuality is innate, and I thought you didn't want your model. Think somewhere else."
I don't know what's wrong with Sofia, but sometimes a lot of straight girls do the same thing. Make inexplicable moves in gay bars to seduce gays who are openly out. Sexual orientation is a confusing thing, and sometimes bisexuality is there too. Maybe that's what made them more addicted to the game.
She tried her best, but couldn't make me show any interest in her, so I felt insulted? As I said before, her psychology is so contradictory that I can't figure out what kind of result she wants to get.
It seems that the words of a woman's heart needle in the bottom of the sea are still very applicable to my current situation. Is it because my studies are not good, or Sophia's ideas are really too difficult for people to understand. But no matter what, today I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to go any further.
It seems that they have been alone for a long time, but in fact, they are only able to rest. In this less than an hour, I used small talk to test a little. The rest of the time I was just in the same pose and couldn't move at all. I sighed inwardly, and began to plan how I would persuade Dillon to start from Abed's side when I went back after today's work was completed.
He looked like he didn't know, that's just because he didn't care about the clues he found. After all, if he lives with Sophia, Abed will definitely notice what strange behavior she has in the past.
After the second break, the third period of work began in an atmosphere of silence and embarrassment.
Perhaps because of what happened before, Sophia seemed to be trying to ease the atmosphere. While mixing the paint, she started to talk about some trivial things. While not terribly related to what I'm trying to get about Adam's disappearance, it's not entirely unrelated.
For example, Adam Sugarman is bisexual, and he has always claimed to be gay in order to please many designers in the fashion circle. For another example, the reason why she found newcomer Adam Sugarman to cooperate is because in her imagination, the fallen angel Anil should have long red hair like hell flames.
But most importantly, I learned from her bits and pieces of gossip the answer to a question that has always puzzled me! It turns out that the long red hair piece that Abid gave me now that is now attached to my hair is exactly what Sophia gave him!
Because Abed was furious that Sophia had painted Adam and had the model tattooed it, and decided not to take a photoshoot with a model that was flawed to him. This made him work in a studio in vain, and the work schedule of each staff member needed to be rearranged, so this was an apology gift from her.
Because Sophia knew that what Abid, like her, valued most in this model was this well-maintained long red hair. To be honest, besides this 'couple', who else would give each other a box of other people's hair as an apology? Of course, in the end she didn't say anything about Adam Sugarman's whereabouts after working with her.
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The third time of work is over, and today's work has come to an end. Sophia walked out of the studio to get water outside because she said a lot of words intermittently. Because I was in a hurry for nearly an hour, I stood up from the set without thinking, changed my clothes and went to the toilet.
I noticed that in Sophia's work, she has already applied the base color almost, basically every large color block of the whole painting has been filled, but the details have not been made. Such as the expression on my face and the shadow between the eyebrows and eyes, and the shadow of the muscle texture. On the contrary, the vase pattern in the background is displayed. Because I started writing before I came, the degree of completion is very high.
When I finished using the toilet and was about to go to the living room to say goodbye to her, Sophia walked out of the studio with the wine goblet in her hand that was apparently on the set. It's not a glass wine glass, it's more like a vintage antique. She smiled and said to me: "Drink this cup before leaving, and forget the previous embarrassment."
Seeing that I didn't react for a while, Sophia, who thought I was going to refuse, continued to explain: "The red wine in this glass was actually taken from the wine collection at home. The red wine produced in the 18th century, It’s also worth it to pair wine with beauty.”
It is really worth it to be able to taste the red wine of that era. Thinking of nothing else, I smiled and walked up to take the glass from her hand, sipped it and drank it.