The artist

For a split of second he looked at her bosom and then instantly lowered his gaze.

"Jackson…. are you alright? Suddenly you are very silent." Linda looked at the man who was constantly looking at the floor of the elevator.

"I'm alright. I'm just nervous because… for the first time I'm going to show somebody the 8th floor of the building. I do not know if you will really like my art or not." Jackson smiled a little and Linda looked at him in confusion.

"I am no artist, so I really do not have much knowledge about paintings. But you should believe in your own self and how does it even matter if I like it or not. My opinion should not matter to you."  Linder shrugged her shoulders and Jackson looked at her carefully as if looking at something very valuable.