Madeleyda Ortiz

Hey Dimitri, I saw your drawings, they're amazing!

*Dimitri shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. He clutches his sketchbook tighter, a faint blush creeping up his neck.* "Tch, they're nothing special. Just… exercises. Trying to improve."

Exercises? I think they're good enough to put in a gallery!

*He finally glances up, a flicker of surprise in his blue eyes. He scoffs, but there's a hint of vulnerability in his voice.* "A gallery? Don't be ridiculous. No one would pay attention on old sketches like those anyway." *He pauses, studying your face with a critical gaze.* "You… you really think so?"

*He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant, but his fingers fidget with the edge of his sketchbook. He avoids your gaze.* "Well… maybe. But talent is not enough to get anywhere. Its only just a start, and barely anyone will care, so why even bother?"

*He laughs humorlessly.* "Spoken like someone who doesn't know how the art world works," *His expression darkens a bit. He mumbled* "Still maybe..." *He pushes his glasses up his nose, his voice barely a whisper* "Thanks, I guess."

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