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"Why are you asking me?" I say. "I'm the last person you should ask."
"Humor me, will you?"
"Fine," I say. "I think you should approach her. Honesty is the best policy."
With that, Blake's lips turn up into a smile.
"I'm glad you said that. Because in that case," he says, stopping and turning to me. "I'm Blake. It's nice to meet you."
He reaches his hand out to mine and shakes it.
I laugh. "Does that work on women?"
He ignores my question and gives me one of his own.
"Have you ever considered modeling?" he says.
"Me? You're joking, right?"
"Serious as a heart attack."
"No," I say, shaking my head. "That's not what I do."
"I think you should model for me."
I can't help but laugh out loud.
"You have the wrong girl," I say. "I'm not the type to give you a private show in your apartment, romping around naked for your sole pleasure."
"Not so fast," he says, resting a hand on my arm. "That's not what I mean. I'm a painter, and I'm looking for a new model to paint. Fresh inspiration, if you will."
I shake my head. "Of course you are," I say, laughing. "And I'm a secret princess. Nice try, but I call bullshit. I'm not buying it."
"You seriously don't believe me, do you?"
I shake my head and then watch as he pulls out his phone.
"Here," he says. "I'll prove it to you."
He scrolls through his phone, bringing up various websites that have done interviews with him—theHuffington Postart column,Juxtaposemagazine, and more. The list is impressive. Then he brings up his Instagram profile.
"And this is some of my work," he says, scrolling through pictures of his art."
"I had no idea," I say, feeling slightly embarrassed. It's bad enough I'd never heard of him before, and according to his Instagram account, he has close to 750k followers, but I just called him a liar.
"So what do you say? Want to model for me?"
"Even though you're an artist and Instagram-famous, I'm still not interested in posing for you," I say.
"Come on," he says, smiling. "I don't bite."
Instead of answering, I just shake my head.
"I have an idea," he says. "How about you come to my apartment and look at my work."
Just then, Robin walks over to us. She's apparently been eavesdropping because she says, "You should totally go Katherine! This could inspire your writing."
"I don't know, I–"
