“A side hustle?” Adam was thinking, but words came out louder than intended. “Why don’t you resume painting?” Ayana's eyes lit up at Adam's suggestion, a spark of excitement igniting within her at the thought of revisiting her passion for painting. "Painting," she repeated softly, the word rolling off her tongue like a long-forgotten dream. "Yeah, you're incredibly talented, Ayana," Adam said earnestly, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I have seen some of your work, and it is truly remarkable. You have a gift." Ayana's cheeks flushed with pride at his words, a warm glow spreading through her chest. "Thank you, Adam," she said gratefully, her heart swelling with appreciation. "I used to love painting, but life got in the way, and I guess I just forgot how much joy it brought me." Adam reached out to gently squeeze her hand, his touch reassuring. "Well, maybe it is high time to rediscover that joy," he suggested with a smile. "You never know where it might lead." Ayana nod
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