Jolie was listenting to Adam's voice and daydreaming, feeling the heat of his fingers grazing hers.  It didn't really factor that he was touching her though until it did, and she looked down abruptly and then shyly at his face.  He was talking to her about drawing like it was the most simple thing in the world -- that one could just pick up a pencil and paper and produce an image like him.  To her, it was unfathomable magic.  She had no idea how people managed it.  It was one more thing about this strange, open, charming man that drew her to him.<br/><br/>Jolie had a lot of deep secrets.  They floated under the surface like tentacled creatures in the dark ocean of her poetry.  She felt deeply and was easily wounded and also easily charmed by people.  She'd learn going through life in these sorts of social encounters to try to stay aloof and noncommittal in these sorts of engagements so as not to come across like the eager puppy that she truly was -- a wellspring of emotion and passion waiting to erupt with the right catalyst.<br/><br/>Adam's dark eyes were that catalyst.  All her defenses were down.  He seemed to see right through her, past the defenses to her raw depths.  He was talking to her about drawing and modeling.  She saw her opening to get to know him better, and she took it eagerly, a twinkle in her big eager puppy dog brown eyes she could not contain.<br/><br/>"How about this?  You want to take pictures of a woman -- like me, right?  And I want to learn to draw.  Maybe we could help each other.  I'll model for drawing lessons.  Would that be acceptable?"