Adam looked at her for extra two seconds then he shifted his eyes. She had only met him and already she uttered something very personal. She had mentioned him in a very personal way and he was taken aback from that.<br/><br/>But it made the reverse effect on him. Instead of pulling away from her, he was drawn to her. There was something about this woman which pulled him right from the start when he laid his eyes on her. He knew his weakness was beautiful women. His job was to photograph women and highlight their beauty. External beauty. But he saw the inner beauty in this woman, standing in front of him dressed in red. Suddenly, he felt the urge to draw her on a canvas while she read one of her poems. He wanted to draw the emotions of her face, the feelings in her heart. He could tell she was holding oceans of emotions in herself.<br/><br/>Adam smiled warmly looking up at her. “Well then, if you have a bookshelf at home then you're bound to have some drawing pencils and a blank paper. Just sit down and draw something. That is visual art. You have an image in your head and you transfer it on a canvas. Like this.” He held up the piece of paper with Marla shouting at the girl. “This image is stuck inside my head and I put it on the paper. Now everytime you see Marla, you will think of this instance.”<br/><br/>He scrunched the paper and threw it in the bin before anybody saw it. His smile was gone but his face was soft and gentle, a hint of seduction in his voice. “I do try to put perfect things on the paper too. Sometimes they fail, other times I am successful.” His fingers touched hers slightly, unnoticed as she stood at the side of the table. “I photograph people. I like taking photos of women. Not model's photographs but normal everyday women. Like yourself.”<br/>