Chapter 116

This was really something-people were half-convinced they were dreaming. "Of course she's amazing. If she weren't, why would Mr. Parker take her on as his student?" The crowd buzzed with speculation, while Tristan's gaze turned unreadable. What Leslie had just shown-those five distinct painting styles-wasn't something an amateur could pull off. "Leslie." Tristan called her name. "Here it comes, the classic showdown!" The students were clearly enjoying the drama-typical for people their age. Leslie stopped and looked over at him. The tree-lined campus path offered some shade from the summer heat, occasional beams of sunlight slipping through the leaves above. She wore a loose white tee, the hem casually tucked into her jeans. Her slim waist was seriously something else. Tristan wore a crisp white shirt and black slacks. His hair wasn't too long or too short-pretty spot-on, actually. When the two stood facing each other, people couldn't help but think: they kinda fit. Good-looking pair,