Isaac didn't turn around at the sound of his loft door opening. Either it was his new Japanese stalker or Simone. Part of him wished it would be the Japanese man that kept calling him. That same part was disappointed though as he heard Simone's distinct heels clicking against the floor. Or, at least, he hoped the Japanese guy didn't wear heels.
"Hello, Isaac." Simone glanced at the artist's flat screen TV. "What are you doing?"
Isaac sighed, flicking off the TV. He wasn't in the mood for this.
"Nothing. I was just watching Supernatural."
He could hear Simone coming closer to him. He stood up and brushed off his pants, ignoring the fact it wouldn't help clean them any-paint had stained them long ago.
"What's that?"
Isaac doubted she was really interested. She was just making light conversation until she finally asked about what she really wanted-his paintings.
"Nothing, Simone." He sighed again. "Just a TV show I watch sometimes."
Sometimes? That was a lie. Isaac had started watching it because of the prophets. They were unlucky compared to him. One day, after his destiny was fulfilled, he would be able to die. He considered that a blessing. Until then though....
"What do you want Simone?"
He watched as the dark skinned woman walked over to one of his paintings, inspecting it. He knew this was coming. He just hoped she didn't beat around the bush this time.
"I think I can sale this one."
For once in his life, Isaac Mendez got what he wanted.