xiao

he walks looking at the walls of the hallway of the building of arts and stops abruptly in front of one of your paintings, recognizing your signature; even him, being a theater student, aspiring to being a model, could recognize the beauty of your art. xiao sighs. “ah, why am I here?” he asks loudly to himself, gaming, his friend and who just got there answers him. “she said you have a good face.” mentions and xiao laughs softly looking at you from far.

the next project for the department of painting is called “the aesthetic of the human body.” the instructor gave some choices of models that offered to be painted to his students. you were traveling your fingers through the pages with some photos of model work printed on them, until you picked one of those. “him.” you said, looking at one of xiao’s photos. “why him?” one of your friends asked from behind. you take some time to answer, choosing the right words. “he has a good face.”