Muse for the artist. Naty Daybs

you weren’t taught that cheating is bad?» Mikhail smiled maliciously. – Yana, you look tear-stained. I can help you. I can make sure that you will always be fine.

      «No, thanks. I’ll probably refuse.» – got up and was about to leave, but the man also stood up abruptly and in an instant was a couple of centimeters away from me, face to face.

      – Excuse me, did I scare you? Please take a seat. Can you listen to me?

      – Speak. I’m finishing my coffee now and leaving.

      – But you have to eat, Yana, you are so pale.

      – Thank you, I’m not hungry.

      – Let’s agree, you eat salad while listening to me. Otherwise I can hear your stomach screaming with hunger. I understand that you are ignoring me because we do not know each other. But why torture yourself like that?

      – Okay. So be it. I’ll eat the salad. And I don’t torture myself. There is simply no appetite. You will now tell us what you wanted and we will part.

      – Good. If you want to part with me, I will take you home.

      – -Thank. I was taught not to get into the car with unfamiliar uncles.

      – But we have already met) – Mikhail winked at me. You know my name, I am yours.

      – This is not a reason to get into your car. Excuse me. This is even uncivilized on my part.

      – And on my part it is uncivilized to leave such an interesting girl all alone this evening.

      – Say what you want. I’m listening to you.

      – I want to draw you, Yana. You have amazing blue eyes! And the lips are just perfect. I am an Artist and I want your beauty to please me always.

      – Thank you for the compliment, but I think I will still refuse. My beauty is only my beauty. Otherwise, sell the painting and everyone will stare at me.

      – No, Yana, I promise you, just me and you. Nobody else will ever see this picture. Well?

      – I’ll think about it. Thanks for the suggestion. Although it is unlikely that I will turn to you, I am still broke…

      – What do you! I will not take a dime from my muse! – Mikhail handed me a business card.

      – You flatter me, Mister… I looked at what was written. – Mikhail Wright. – Mr. Wright.

      – For you, I’m just Mikhail. For a long time he lived in another country, returned only last week. And when I saw you, I realized that I had not returned in vain. Fate itself brought me to you so that we could create a masterpiece together!

      – It’s all very tempting, but I have to go home. I’ll call a taxi and thanks for dinner, Mikhail.

      – You are already smiling, and this is delightful! Yana, please call me, – he said, putting me in a taxi. Anytime. Yana! You are welcome!

      – Okay, Mikhail, maybe we’ll have another cup of coffee with you. Goodnight. I closed the taxi door and the car drove off through the bright evening city. Say what you like, but I was hooked by this man. Basically, there is nothing wrong with being drawn. But this is all somehow too… Too intent gaze, too expensive suit… Too quick acquaintance…

      Раrt 1

      A week has passed. I still hoped that my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. Will come back. I waited for a call, a message, sat by the phone for hours after work. I went through photos, listened to «our songs», roared at night and sometimes even during the day. But in the meantime, I sometimes remembered Mikhail. I thought it was not worth starting something new yet, when the old still lives in the soul, there is hope. But on Saturday morning I went to the store to look for a birthday present for my friend. Rita is my beloved friend from the first year, the most loyal, reliable and devoted. She is very beautiful and just loves gold. Rita is ready to buy more and more jewelry. I decided to give her a bracelet with white gold trim. When I entered the jewelry department of the shopping center, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My boyfriend was standing there. Now definitely an ex-boyfriend. With a little fat woman three times my width. And they chose something. He did not see me, and I dashed from there so that I almost hit the guard. For which he stopped me by the elbow.

      – Girl, where are you in such a hurry? So only run from a fire or a grenade.

      – Do I look like a terrorist? Sorry for knocking you down. Or nearly hit him. I am there..

      – What? You are pale. Maybe an ambulance?

      – There is my boyfriend with another.. Ex-boyfriend. I don’t want him to see me.. – To be honest, I myself did not understand why I was spreading such personal circumstances to a stranger.

      – Well, you are more careful, otherwise it will not take long and break something for yourself. Although I would give you advice. – the guard looked at me with pity and we understand my speedy escape.

      – Sorry, I’m in a hurry.

      «Look,» said a guard in his forties or so. «If I were you, I would find a replacement for your boyfriend. I am sure there will be no problems with your external data. You are young, beautiful. Yes, the guys will line up to you, you just have to beckon with your finger. Now go calmly and don’t cry.

      – Good. Thank. Sorry again.

      – Nothing wrong. Good luck to you.

      – And you., Mikhail. – I read on the badge and smiled.

      «This is definitely some kind of sign. And why am I really upset? I already have a person who liked me. And let My Ex-boyfriend lick his paw and his new… fuuu… glutton.» Thinking so, I took a business card holder out of my purse and, sitting down on a soft sofa in the corner of the shopping center corridor, I dialed Mikhail. Of course, at that moment anger, resentment, jealousy and pain played in me. They played so hard that everything squeezed in my chest, there was a huge snowball in my throat, my heart was pounding furiously, and everything in my head was throbbing as if there was a bomb ready to explode this very second. And this act was clearly too impulsive…

      – Yes, I am listening to you – a pleasant voice answered me.

      I suddenly felt a little better at once. Although in front of me I still saw Max in his mind with his new cow. And how could he forget me so quickly and exchange for this … «Well, okay. I have more important things to do now than think about Max» – I persistently convinced myself.

      – Good afternoon, Mikhail. This is Yana. We recently met you in a cafe, remember?

      – Oh, I’m very glad to hear from you. I thought you had forgotten the poor artist, captivated by your charm.

      – Not. I remember.

      – Do you want me to draw you?

      – To be honest, I would just have coffee with you to start. And we’ll see.

      – Well. I’m free today. Where can we meet?

      – Let’s go to the Pizzeria in a couple of hours

      – Sorry, Yana, but I would like to invite a beautiful girl to one very beautiful place, if you do not mind. Will the Fantasy restaurant suit you?

      – Isn’t it too festive for coffee?

      – I believe that any communication should start with a pleasant, beautiful environment. Sorry, I just often do business contracts here. This restaurant has excellent service and cuisine.

      – Good. I agree.

      «Then I’ll book a table for three hours. Should I pick you up?

      – No, thank you, I’ll come myself.

      – Good.