The poem she recited was complex in all its glory. Her voice was soothing and relaxed, a little slurred because of all the champagne inside her. Adam himself felt a bit tipsy but his fingers worked accurately on the drawing board. He was excited to finish and show this piece of art.<br/><br/>Jolie kept reading the poem sitting there with her bare thighs exposed. There was a bit of a silence after the poem finished. An eerie silence. Adam took this silence to his advantage and finished the drawing.<br/><br/>"OK, here it is," he said cheerfully turning the board around to reveal the drawing. Three things were prominent in the drawing at once. The windows at the back, then the crimson couch and finally Jolie in her black dress. The edges were faded and sharpened at the same time giving the whole drawing as if a photographer was shooting through his lens. The back window panels were blurred, dark with black raindrops. Only the couch and Jolie were focused. She was reading a piece of paper, laid down on the couch with her back rested on the arm rest.<br/><br/>Adam let Jolie take the drawing in then he walked to her and sat next to her. He was dangerously close to her, thigh to thigh. "Well, what do you think?"