“Admit it, if it wasn’t for me watching you, you would have blown your cover here long ago. You almost did when Lindstrom asked you to model for him.”
“I d- did say ‘yes’.”
“Yes but I saw your jaw clench. You hesitated.”
“Of course. The last thing I want to do is show myself off even more. I’m a modest girl. On South B - beach I always wore a one-piece. Anyway I d - don’t think Lindstrom n - noticed. I went back to sipping my martini.”
“Another thing, you shouldn’t drink.”
“It keeps m - me warm when I g - go out.”
“Yes, but two martinis? . . . If you’re going to walk naked through a Norwegian winter you can’t impede your circulation . . . Anyway you shouldn’t have been surprised when he asked you to pose. I’m an American artist and they assume you, the nudist, are my model.”
“Some artist. I still don’t believe you got that Community College degree.”
“Hey, that ‘midnight sun’ charcoal I did with you lying in the snow, that went over well.”
“I’m s - still not imp - pressed. . . You took your d - damn t - time having me p - pose. . . my b - butt got numb . . . and with half the t - town watching . . . all bundled up with their thermals on . . . God, I’m c - cold! P - please walk faster!”
“I told you . . . don’t rub your arms! Don’t hug yourself! You’re supposed to be welcoming the snow on your bare skin!”
“Well . . . I’m not.”
This story has potential! I hope you can find inspiration to continue it some day.