Debbie.
He stood up from his seat, turning fully to me.
“Hey baby, chill sexy. It's not like I'm doing anything with you. It's just art. Something nice. Something different. I mean, if you don’t like it after I finish painting it, you can discard it.”
I scoffed. “Discard what? You are a good painter, Rain, a good artist, so there's every tendency that it must come out good. Like… I know that it must be nice, but that's not even my concern. Yo… what are you saying, Rain?” I stepped back again.
What does he mean by he wants to draw me naked?
“Come on, Debbie—” he paused. “Okay, fine. What is your concern, Debbie? Huh? Tell me, what is your concern?”
I frowned. “Are you really asking me that? My concern is the fact that—”
He cut me off.
“You just don't want to be naked in front of me,
