Lucas's words shifted something deep inside of me. I looked back up at the unfinished painting, finding it hard to believe that he would want to paint me. But from the many messy and unfinished brush strokes, I could tell that he's been putting every ounce of effort into this.
As he looked at me, he fidgeted with his hands. "Please forgive me, Leslie. I know I should have asked if I could paint you. I...I just wasn't sure how you would take it. I also couldn't fight my strong desire to capture such beauty on a canvas."
A number of strange emotions welled up inside of me. If it were anyone other than Lucas, I think I would have felt strange about this. But for some reason, looking at the portrait gave me a sense of excitement.
I was honored to have Lucas paint a portrait of me.
From his body language, I could tell that he was nervously waiting for my reply.
