One cool November morning, before sunrise, Lew, an artist in his thirties, was crouching on the porch of an abandoned house. Lew's house, a dilapidated Victorian house that had been divided into six apartments, sat next door. He was waiting to follow his neighbor Molly, a pretty young woman who made her living dancing at the Lucky Lady, a local gentlemen's club. Molly usually arrived home around 3:15 a.m. after the Lucky Lady closed and left her place at 5:00 a.m. . Most nights, Lew played video games or watched crappy TV shows all night and slept all day, but he was always aware of Molly's whereabouts. “What kind of business does a stripper do at 5 a.m.?” Even though they lived on the same floor and shared the stairs that led to their apartments, they had only crossed paths a few times in the two years he had lived there. The first meeting took place on the stairs. My name is Lew. " "My name is Molly. " " How long have you lived here? " "About 5 years. " "Have these fucking stairs always been like this? " " Yeah. "Molly opened her door and walked in without saying another word. They had met a few more times but it was always a perfunctory greeting. Once Lew went to see the Lucky Lady and sat in the dark so Molly don't see it The feelings that invaded him were a surprise: rather than desire, he felt pity for her. Even if her body appealed to men with its sensual curves and her soft skin that demanded to be touched, her. eyes told a different story – a story of sadness and loss Lew, more curious about Molly every day, looked more closely at her through her window. When she left at 5 p.m., she was carrying a basket. full. The basket was empty when she returned. Intrigued by this, Lew decided to follow her The next morning... middle of paper... and on Molly's shoulder, "You are her muse, yes? " " What ? No. No ! I don't know," Molly faltered in her words, not understanding what was happening. "Isn't that you in the paintings, darling?" Loraine said, trying to clarify. Molly red-faced said: “No, it’s not! It’s not possible!” “Oh my dear, I’m almost certain that the beautiful vision is you.” Molly replied shyly. really mean it?" Loraine continued, "And your spirit fills the room just like the paintings do. Haven't you noticed that you've captured everyone's attention here? " Feeling vulnerable, Molly walked towards the door to leave. Loraine called after him, "Are you okay? What's your name?" Molly walked faster. Lew caught sight of Molly as she ran towards the door. He tried but he couldn't escape an endless potential buyer chasing her..