I came to my studio after watching Zoe through the window of the pub last night. I should have gone home to bed, but I wanted to come back to this space because she'd been here only hours earlier. I'd lain down on the couch trying to find sleep but it didn't work so I pulled out my paints, stood in front of one of the canvases and I let myself feel again. "Zoe." I have to stop myself from embracing her as I near the spot where she's standing. She's wearing a large white sweater, jeans and a colorful scarf around her neck. Her face is bare of make-up and if it's possible, she's more stunning than the first night I saw her. She covers her mouth with her fingers as her eyes dart across my chest. "I'm sorry to just show up here. I don't have your number." Fuck. What? How have I not asked for her number yet? I dive my hand into the front pocket of my jeans and pull out my smartphone. I push it towards her. "Put your number in here for me." She glances at Albert and then back at me. "You don't have to give it to me.
