Louise finished her second glass of wine and drummed her fingers.
The bell at the door tinkled as Daniel struggled in.
Louise tried for aloof.
He sat down, his face alive with excitement.
She rolled her eyes and smiled lopsidedly in return.
He passed his gift to her.
She opened one end, revealing mahogany frame, a dash of vermilion, a cascade of caramel hair.
Exactly her shade.
She tore the remaining paper away. She was beckoning from the velvet chair in Daniel’s studio.
‘I made it for you,’ he beamed.