She sighs over her second tart. “Fine, I accept your apology.”
“Thank you.” I glance back at the painting, thinking of the other reason why I came. If there was anything between Elmir and Keisha, then surely he wouldn’t ask her to paint a portrait of me. That’d just be cruel. “Are we friends again?”
“Oh, very well,” she says dramatically. I c***k a smile. “I guess we’re friends.”
“Good, because there’s something I want to ask you.”
“Go on, you have five tarts left before my guard is up again.”
“I wanted to talk about Elmir.”
Keisha’s hands freeze. So much for five more tarts. “What about him?”
“Are you and he romantically involved?” I ask directly. Keisha doesn’t look at me and my nerves go wild. “Because, if you are, I understand. Or if you’re not but you have feelings toward him,
