Midnight in Montmartre

, 11:

epped back from her easel, squinting at the canvas. Her latest masterpiece-a bold, a

. "Did a pigeon attack that paintin

railing of her Montmartre studio balcony, sunlight glinting off the smudge of cerulean paint on his cheekbo

re bristled. "This

e gestured to the adjacent building-a shabby-chic loft with floor-to-ceiling win

iscarded mauve. With three effortless strokes, he transformed her chaotic swirls in

ath caught.

You're not just frustrated with the painting. You're trying to pain

own her spine.

h back to her. "Grab your sketchbo