‘Actually, there is someone. My tutor.’ She bit her lip, nervous about Stan’s reaction.
He raised one eyebrow. ‘Your tutor? Teacher’s pet, eh?’
‘It’s not like that. In fact, he completely ignores me in class. He spends less time with me than with any of the other students.’
Stan said nothing, but fixed her with his large, hooded eyes, his forehead creased by the slight trace of a frown.
‘What?’ she said. ‘Don’t look at me like that!’
‘Like what?’
‘As though I’ve done something wrong.’
‘Have you?’
‘No!’
‘Well then.’ He raised the eyebrow again. ‘No need to be so defensive.’
Jasmine leaned back, watching as Stan lit a cigarette. After he had drawn on it and slowly expelled a plume of smoke, she said, ‘It’s one reason why I need to rent the studio.’
‘Yeah, you said he won’t let you
