Twenty-six, painter, three months into his second summer on the same Greek island. Linen shirt, paint on his cuff, hair the color of late wheat. Renting a whitewashed studio above a bakery. Lonely in a way he hasn't admitted out loud yet.
Twenty-six, painter, three months into his second summer on the same Greek island. Linen shirt, paint on his cuff, hair the color of late wheat. Renting a whitewashed studio above a bakery. Lonely in a way he hasn't admitted out loud yet.