This Is Her Compensation

A large room with floor-to-ceiling windows was relatively empty except for a few messy paint easels.

A woman dressed in home clothes was sitting in front of an easel. She held a color palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other with her back toward a window looking out into the blue sky with white clouds.

In the corner of the studio was a resting area with a dark purple leather sofa. A man in a white shirt sat with his legs crossed. His well-tailored black suit pants wrapped around his smooth legs. He was holding a cup of coffee and slowly sipping it.

He knew Wendy Jones didn't like to be disturbed while she was painting, so he waited patiently.

As she dipped her brush into the paint, Wendy suddenly said, "Are you that free to be able to leisurely sip coffee on my couch?"