Sophia sat at her easel in the studio, perfecting the final touches on her newest painting. The strokes were light, gentle shades of blue and gray blended together, but her mind was elsewhere. The conversation with her mother still weighed heavily in her mind. No matter how much she tried to push it aside, the feeling of not being good enough gnawed at her.
A sudden knock on the studio door yanked her from her concentration. Victor stood in the doorway, clutching a takeout bag in one hand, his expression soft.
"I figured you probably haven't eaten," he said, stepping inside.
Sophia smiled gratefully. "You know me too well."
He set the bag down on the small table beside her work area and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "You get so wrapped up in your work that you forget everything else.
