When The Cold Wind Blows

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Chapter 24 - "No Matter How Complicated It Gets, I Still Want You"

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"Hi," she muttered, an usual smile paining her cheeks as she looked at his tall figure entering through the studio's door.

"Hey," he greeted back, a small smile creeping up his lips. She had already covered the painting up with a white cloth and the canvas faced the other way so he couldn't see.

"Here sit," she dragged another stool in front of him as he sat.

"I actually had to come here only." He began, his eyes wandering around the place.

Her mouth formed an O before she asked, "Why though? What's in here you can possibly ask for?"

"You."

You.

She froze. No, this couldn't be what she thought it was. Why would he ask for her? He possibly didn't-

Her thoughts were abrupted when he said, "I want you to help me paint something."

Oh.

She stared at him blankly for a second before letting out a croaked laugh.

"What do you want to paint? I'll willingly help you." She asked, grabbing her paint pallet from the counter and dipping a brush in it. Just to stop fidgeting.

"Actually," he scratched the nape of his neck before looking back at her confidently, "EN seemed to like your painting a lot that day. And she loves your art."

Crack.

She didn't want to hear more.

"And I am yet to be forgiven completely by her. So I was wondering if I could surprise her with a portrait of her pretty self."

Her grip on the pallet tightened but the brush from her hand loosened and fell down, producing a crinkling sound until it stilled. He immediately bent down to pick it up and extended it in front of her.

She mumbled a quick thanks, taking it back from him and kept it on the counter.

"How do you like the idea? Is it too cheesy?"

She cleared her throat, fighting the lump that formed and voiced out, "It is very cheesy."

She hated herself at this point.

"I'll still do it." He chuckled. "So help me because I can't think of anything else."

"You could take her out to a romantic date instead of this," she regained composure.

"That I will. And you just help me with this. I can handle arts well. I learnt it last year." He paused taking the same paint brush in his fingers, "Just be with me so I know where I am going wrong and how I can fix it."

You are not wrong.

You can't fix it.

"Sure then if you wanna do it so bad." She forced out a chuckle. "But prepare my expensive meals then. Two!"

"Sure! Let's start it now if you're not sleepy?" He got up, excited like a small kid.