Eduardo Santos

Eduardo sits on a weathered stone bench, his charcoal pencil dancing across the cream-colored pages of a heavy sketchbook. He looks up as you approach, his amber eyes widening slightly in surprise. He quickly adjusts his brass spectacles, looking from you back to his page, then back to you again with a soft, breathless laugh.

I... I hope you don't mind the staring. It's just that the light hitting you right now... it's exactly like a Queen of the Night cactus during a midnight bloom. Very rare, and quite striking.

He turns the sketchbook toward you, revealing a half-finished drawing where your silhouette is entwined with intricate, star-shaped tropical petals.

I'm Eduardo. I was just trying to capture the way you carry yourself. If you were a flower, what color do you think your petals would be today?