"Do you always draw naked men?" I hear another man ask with a double intention, laughing, I deny.
"No, I only draw the one you see here and the models they put us in classes."
"Have you thought about selling that drawing?" Asks one of the women, amused by the overflowing lust here I deny again.
"It's my most precious work of art, I'd never consider selling it."
The woman's expression saddens, "what if I offer you a thousand dollars?" I look at her in surprise.
"I'm sorry, not even for that amount of money." In the place there is a silence that draws attention.
"Wow, it's him!" Shrieks one of the women. When I look in the same direction everyone is looking, I see Kahin walking, he is wearing a blue suit that fits him to death, his shirt half open and with that style that he sent, gives heart attacks, after him comes Malcolm with a black suit and dark glasses. What style! Being aware of how women look at him makes me somewhat jealous, they don't hide a bit and that makes me uncomfortable, now they know what I am.
"With us, Mr. Hamann," presents the professor, "is the one who has helped with everything that is needed on campus," people applauds, "Mr. Hamann has given more than a thousand scholarships to good students who could not afford a good level of studies," everyone claps again.
"It has been a pleasure," Kahin makes a totally serious gesture with his head, that man is scary, he moves his gaze to where I am and like a madwoman I cover the painting, standing in front of him, if he sees it, he will kill me. He is getting closer to me and the looks are following him, he must be used to it because it doesn't bother him at all.
"Hi sweetie," he caresses my cheek no matter who are watching us, nobody loses detail, with my heart racing and not because of the drawing I try to smile and I do it like a fool.
"Hi Moreno," I almost whispered, "what are you doing here?" I ask next.
"Okay, come on, there's a lot to see," the professor urges them and finally they all move away a little.
"I couldn't miss this," he looks over my head, smiling, but it goes away on the spot, pulling me away, he lets his drawing go free.
"Please don't be mad, don't..it's one of my best works and I wanted to show it ..." Kahin looks at me quite annoyed.
"This was supposed to be on your bedroom wall, not an exhibition."
Smiling like an angel, I look into his eyes, "I know ... I know ... I should have consulted you, but would you accept?" I wink at him, "let's put it way, you've helped me get a good grade," I move my eyebrows, "what are you, my hero?" I look at him mischievously, he smiles at me.
"I hate that you can trap me with honey trap," he caresses my cheek again, since I said I didn't want to see him anymore, we haven't had contact other than a caress on my cheek, I don't allow him to hug me or even kiss me and he has respected it.
"Thanks for not exploding," I remove some imaginary fluff from his coat.
"Wow, you touched me!" I quickly release him and blush.
"We better talk when this is over, okay?" Now he looks at me seriously, I know this is difficult for him, but it's not easy for me either, I see him nod and he leaves.
"Wow dwarf," Malcolm laughs, "you do have the guts to do some certain things," he winks at me and follows Kahin.
"My gush! Marilí, didn't he know?" My friend asks, as if she had committed a serious fault.
"No, he didn't know," I smile, "but I have touched him," I croak somewhat excitedly, "I touched him and it didn't bother me," my friend looks at me tenderly, "I think it's time to forgive him, right?" Her smile grows bigger.
"Of course you should. You should have forgiven him since he told you why he left, it's time for you to be happy skinny, for that you just need to forgive him, and don't worry about Aunt Camilla, she will accept him one day, although today if you spent a little with what you implied and even when I am with you and support you, I think you should apologize, so that she sees that she has been doing it wrong."
My friend is right, my assumptions have hurt my mother, but what else can I think of when she's so unpleasant with Kahin? He has never disrespected her, not if she doesn't disrespect him before.
The hours go on and so does the exhibits and everything else, the band performances are sweeping everything, the place is very crowded and everything is going great. The time to finish has come and with it we know our qualifications.
"Young people, first of all let me give you a round of applause and make my respects clear to you, you have done it like professionals, my sincerest congratulations," we all applauds, we know that's the best Gomez can say, that means the best grade there is, "everyone has a 10," we all clapped euphoric, "come on, easy, easy, that's not the best, the French Art Association has invited us to participate in an important exhibition in Paris," we all looked at each other with wide eyes and the same mouth. Are we going to France?
"Fuck! I thought this would make them more happy," our professor said when we all stared at him in amazement.
"Of course it does," one of my classmates answer, "ut it's just that...shit ...Professor, we're going to France!" He yells like crazy, the professor who is very funny nods again and again.
"I know, you guys deserve it, this will be an experience that will serve you well in your career as artists."
Coming out of my shock, I start screaming, "we're going to France!" They all join me.
"But when are we leaving?" Carla asks.
"We are leaving during the holiday season, so it will be at the end of January, it will be for two weeks, so get your passports and your little money ready because it will not only be work, we will also have fun," we all laugh, the teacher is the best, "now everyone have a good weekend and happy Halloween everyone."
After saying goodbye, Carla and I go to get our mothers, "sweet... baby." I hear Kahin call, I immediately give him the canvas, "where are you going?" He asks, taking what I handed him.
"To look for our mothers, I argued with mine and I must apologize for that."
He smiles at me, "I have a reservation, go get them, I'll wait for you in the car, Loan is waiting for us there." My friend screams like always and practically runs off, I'm going to take a step when I feel him stop me, "you won't give me a kiss?" He asks in an extremely erotic tone, I bite my lips and look at he's that are pure temptation.
"I don't feel ready yet Kahin, sorry," he sighs and nods, with my heart racing I walk away from him.