Katie Gardener had a secret passion. You wouldn't have known by looking at her but along with being a skilled and powerful daughter of Demeter she was also a great artist. She got her passion from her father's sister and her husband. Her aunt was an artist while her uncle owned an art school which was how the two met. Since her dad had lots of work she sometimes went to her aunt's house to wait for him. There she learned how to sketch and the right proportions of the human body as well as the skill of shading along with much more, with each of her lessons her love of art grew. This is not to say that she did not love gardening. This was her 'secret passion' because daughters of Demeter weren't supposed to be good at drawling, that was supposed to be left to the children of Athena, that is why no one at camp knew of her other gift.

Katie's uncle, Tom, sometimes let her join in his classes when she was home. He started her off at the beginner class and she had to work her way up just like everyone else. So when she came home for the school year a day early the first place she went was the studio where she knew the advanced class was having a lesson. She opened the strong oak doors walked to room C.

"Hello Katie," shouted a cheery voice from down the hall. Katie turned to see James walking towards her; he was carrying his ever present sketch book and his pencils. James was a long time student who Katie had shared many classes with and sometimes they would stop after class and compare styles.

"Hello James. How are you doing?" Katie asked while continuing her walk towards the room.

"Oh fine, you know today we are working with models?"

No, Katie didn't but it didn't matter. As an artist one must ignore the actual person and view them as an artwork to be transcribed on the waiting piece of paper.

The pair walked into the white room and chose adjoining easels around the dais where the model would stand. As they set up more students walked in and shared their greetings. Katie loved it here. The people ranged from young to old with different styles, tastes and backgrounds but they all shared their passion for art. The studio was her second home back at home and she knew everyone there.

Finally Uncle Tom walked in and started the class. Tom was a tall dark haired man with grey eyes with hints of blue in them; he was well built with tan skin and long fingers and while he commanded respect he radiated kindness and made almost everyone feel at home.

The model walked out in a fuzzy white robe and took his place on the dais. Once in position he dropped his robe and stood in a casual position, holding still so not to mess up the sketch. He was at an angle to Katie where she could mostly see his back and only a portion of his face which included his dark brown wavy hair, his high cheekbones, his chiseled cheeks and the strong line of his jaw.

Katie first drew an vague outline of his body and then started to fill in the details, his strong legs with trim ankles broadening into muscular calves which tapered his knee cap and then bulged out again into strong thighs. She then got the curve of his muscly butt and the strong lines of his back. His shoulders were broad and they ended with strong arms. This man clearly worked out a lot. As she shaded to complete her sketch before the 20 minutes where up and the model moved to a different position he thought that there was something about him she recognized.

The bell tolled and the model was given a chair, he moved so he was now mostly facing her, she got ready to sketch a three-quarter profile when suddenly he said in a strangle voice "Katie!"

She jumped, as did he, because she recognized that voice. The model reached desperately for his robe but she had already seen all he had to offer. She had, as of that moment, had the naked image of Travis Stoll imbedded in her memory forever.

"Wh...What are you doing here?" he asked in an embarrassed voice. Before she could respond Uncle Tom's voice cut through their conversation. "You can have this discussion later, you are disrupting class." It was true, everybody was looking at them. Katie turned away embarrassed because she knew these people and now they were going to speculate things. Curse Travis Stoll he just had to ruin everything. Travis dropped the robe and smirked at her. "You like what you see?"

"Shut up Travis and go back to your job."

She noticed that when he resumed his seat he made sure to angle himself so his 'crown jewels' were out of her sight but everything else was laid out for her to see. She tried to get back into her blank frame of mind where everything was impersonal but all she could think about was how she was sketching a naked Travis Stoll into her book and got embarrassed all over again.

After a few more poses class was over and she was free to leave. She quickly packed up her things trying to get out of the room before-

"Katie, we need to talk'

Damn

She slowly turned to Travis who has slipped on the robe again and had it tied loosely around his waist.

"Travis what the Hades are you doing here?" it came out as a demand rather than a question.

"Well I'm earning some money, what's it to you?" he retorted.

"That is not what I meant, what are you doing here, in Sunnyville?" she was getting fed up with him.

"I am staying with my grandparents who live a few towns over, about an hour drive, and I found an ad in the newspaper looking for help so I applied here and got the job."

"You read?"

He put on a hurt look.

"And why are you getting a job, don't you normally steal what you need?" Katie continued.

"Well yeah, but you do not know my grandmother; she's all into 'morals' and what not so she made me and Conner get jobs while we stay here. Anyway I have to leave now in order to make it home for dinner so I guess I'll see you around." He walked off in the direction of the changing room. Well he got over his embarrassment quickly.

"Who was that?" asked Uncle Tom while Katie stood staring at the space where he had just stood.

"Just a boy I know from camp." Was her reply, Uncle Tom left it like that since he knew he wouldn't get anymore answers from her while she tried to get over the shock of knowing the nude model. He smirked, it would take some time until that happened, he knew that from experience. He left his poor niece standing there staring blankly at nothing while the rest of the class filed out the door giving her questioning looks as they passed.

That was the first time Katie Gardener saw a naked Travis Stoll.