“Are you okay, Kaya?” Brandon sat on the stool in her art studio, swinging his legs the next night.
She added shrieks of white to the Jakande painting. “Everything’s fine.”
“You seem distant.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Is something bothering you?”
“Nope.” She mixed paints and then applied them to the work. “I just thought I was almost finished with this but I sent Jakande some photos and though she likes it she says it’s missing ‘me’.” She shrugged. “Whatever that means.”
“It’s a lovely picture, but it’s missing the spark your others have.”
He snickered.
“What?”
“You got paint on your cheek.”
“The money’s good, but I don’t think painting for people is my thing.” She stood back, squinting to see how the colors in the portrait gelled. “That’s why it lacks that spark. Usually, I have
