The Prostitute and the Painter

Chapter 2

Lucas turned around and he started to follow the white head girl who didn't seem to notice anyone as she walked down the street.

She was incredibly beautiful but what was weird

about the scenery is how men looked and a cat called her too much. He wanted to punch every single one of them.He had an overwhelming sense that she belonged to him and she was meant to be my wife.

He saw her go to a market, it was very fascinating watching her buy her groceries, and look engrossed in her activities. He needed to know more about her because she was the one. He felt it in every fiber of his being.He had to find out more about her and how to approach her as it would be difficult to just walk up to her and talk to her. As she ignored everyone around her, so how could he set himself apart from the other men who approached her.She walked past him again and he caught his breath.

He followed her again at a decent pace until he saw he get to her apartment safely, he turned and went to his destination. It was a bit dark now and he was sure his friend would have a good laugh as to why he was late.He walked down the street, he chuckled as he thought about the girl he saw. They both had the same color hair and that's what intrigued him. Even though his hair was naturally white, hers seemed like it had a story behind it.He got to his friend's place and rung the bell. "Lucas, long time no see brother." as Bernard embraced him affectionately.

Bernard and he have been friends for seven years and at twenty-six years of age, he was two years older than Lucas. Which is why he considered him as his older brother."Bernard I've missed you too." He responded."Did something happen along the way because I was expecting you much earlier but you didn't show, so I got concerned that they might have mugged you, "Bernard said looking worried."No Ben, I had a detour along the way, something captured my eye."Ben chuckled "You artists and whatever scenery, you have to just paint anything that inspires you."Lucas laughed a bit "It's not the type of scenery you think Ben, this one was different.""Come in Lucas, let's not have a conversation by the door. It's cold out." as he motioned him into his house. He took off his coat and sat down by the living room. There was warm as the fire was going.

Ben handed him a cup of coffee "how have you been Lucas?""I have been good," Lucas told Ben everything that has been happening in my life, the work, the artworks he has been up to and how well the Art galleries were doing."I'm glad you are doing well Lucas." He looked over at him, "and you?"Ben started to tell him how well he has been doing with sales. "I'm doing well Lucas, just not as well as you." as he said it with a gleam of a proud older brother.

"But Ben, you know a lot of people in your town right?" 

"mmm I do, why?"He looked over at him,

"I'm trying to find someone, and I thought you knew them." Ben looked quizzically at him. "I might know them, just describe him."Lucas looked up from his mug

"It's her."Ben looked puzzled "her, you say." as he nodded his head."she has a good posture, and she has an olive skin tone and white hair".He saw Ben freeze the moment he said white hair.