I see the very little intake that escapes through the thin split she has created between her tiny mouth. Funny how I become doubly perceptive when I find the slightest sight of inspiration. And customarily, when I find what arouses my hand to varnish in my paint with the passion and fervor of what I see in the likes of reality, I usually zoom in on every and any detail.

Right now, I'd sweep small divergent lines of rust- colored browns to significantly highlight the enigmatic caverns of her eyes ━ deep and dark like a well-kept secret. A strong sense of life exuberates like a shy glow of sunshine pouring so beautifully on her skin that like the golden shoulder dress that hugs her so ideally, I would profusely splash orange across the bows of her sleek shoulders and apply a dash of dawn-tinted rose to rest midway in the valley of her breasts. Her stunning skin an ode with a cause to every dark pigmented woman of melanin I had the pleasure of seeing; so much so I paint them like the royalty they are for the world to witness.

I'm insufferably creepy. The cheesy kind.

Her words stammer off the edge of her rosy lips. Those lips. I'd personally paint her lips on my own.

Yep, borderline crazy

"Well-"

Her words, like fumes, subscribe into the atmosphere in a kaleidoscope of light blue and deep purple. At least, that's what I can't help but see. Life of a tetrachromatic painter.

"W-well, you're still following me. So stop."

My unspoken reply floats loosely like a ribbon in the sky and cut short by a very high-pitched one.

"Dieu merci! There you are!"

Pixie, the manager, interrupts us unapologetically. It's the tasteless culture that's manifested in places like these - vanity becomes a quick friend of those who had to struggle to get what they couldn't have. Pixie obnoxiously reflects all the hollow patronizing smiles in this room at the stunning woman wordlessly dividing the space between us.

"People have been looking everywhere for you"

I'd have answered if I hadn't caught the frown settling uneasily on the Mystery woman's lips.

"Roman- Ro qui est-elle? Who is she?" Pixie continues her brash ways of getting my undivided attention."Ro we have to go."

"You, you're Ro-Roman Diem?"

I gape at the sight of epiphany wrinkling the smooth skin between her eyebrows and suddenly, I find myself waiting for her verdict. Suddenly, her esteem values to me.

"Yes, I am. And you?"

Her words were hanging on the tips of her lips again and her eyes took me in before acknowledging the murderous glare Pixie accumulated from being ignored. Pixie's nails bite into my arm and her predatory smile restores as we watch the mystery girl walk away.

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yellow is the most visible color and is the first color the human eye notices