eal" artist. Maybe she should focus on a "stable" career and abandon her creative dreams. T

a waitress, Clara saw him – Prospero Mig

lingering on her art. As she approached a table, her gaze met a familiar face - Prosp

'm Prospero. We met online, sort of. I comme

. "You're the one wh

he corners. "I did. I do. I'd love to di

art, who had taken the time to comment and show inte