Some guys take art classes to pick up women. I'm not like that… not really. I didn't even notice her until she knocked her brushes onto the floor. I've seen other beautiful women, and I've seen better painters, but I haven't met anyone with such close interests to my own, before ever I knew her name.
I felt like a school boy shyly asking for a date. She didn't actually agree to go out for 'coffee' with me, but she did smile. I take that as a good sign.
Her name? Oh, it's Deborah. Wait 'til you meet her, Pete!