An Interview

Erica

"No, I'll go with you unless it's a private visit and you need some time to yourself with her."

"No, I'd love for you to go. I'll warn you ahead of time that she doesn't care much for me."

"What? That sounds crazy. Who wouldn't wanna be around you?" He scoffed.

"My mother. She prefers my brother, Daniel, who's a lawyer here in Seattle. She thinks art is stupid and doesn't like the fact that I followed my dreams in some capacity."

"What were your dreams?" He stood up and moved up behind me, standing a little closer than I would consider comfortable for friends.

"To do what you're doing. To paint and have my art hanging on the wall in a major gallery." I glanced over my shoulder as he breathed in deeply.

"Those look so good."

I glanced down at the eggs and then to my breasts. "What looks good?"

He chuckled. "The eggs look good. You look incredible, but you know that already."

I turned to face him as he moved toward the cabinet and pulled down two plates.

"Why do you assume that I