ISABEL Let’s role-play our first encoun...

ISABEL Let’s role-play our first encounter.

MANUEL I don’t want to.

ISABEL Follow your muse.

Isabel sits. Manuel walks up to her.

ISABEL And you are?

MANUEL A painter.

ISABEL Oh, great, another artist.

MANUEL Can I ask you something?

ISABEL You don’t need my permission.

MANUEL Could you move out of the way because I’m trying to sketch the tree?

ISABEL Do you know who I am?

MANUEL You’re Isabel Ybarra. (Interrupts the reenactment) I don’t want to do this.

ISABEL Pretend you have an audience.

MANUEL (Returns) You’re Isabel Ybarra. The famous muse. And to save you from the embarrassment of pretending to know who I am, I’m-

ISABEL Manuel Marquez. The painter of the shades of red. I’ve seen you at the Magnífico. We have a mutual friend.

MANUEL You can sit underneath the oak.

ISABEL I’ll move if you sketch me.

Manuel is speechless.

ISABEL Quick.

Isabel poses in a sexy yet classy way. Manuel sketches her for several seconds.

ISABEL Now I’m not giving you too long so be strategic.

MANUEL I’ve already choose my focus.

ISABEL You can always tell who a man is by his taste.

Isabel snatches the sketchbook from him and looks it over. She is emotional.

MANUEL You don’t like it?

ISABEL You only drew my eyes. In detail.

ISABEL The veins in your eyes look like the universe.

ISABEL I’m going with you.

MANUEL But I don’t know where I’m going.

Isabel leads him back to the canvas and out the reenactment.

ISABEL And now, you’ve painted our fine tree.

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