“I envy you,” she said, “It’s wonderful to be nude in the rain.”
I could have strangled her: if it’s that great then why didn’t you just do it and leave me as I was?
We arrived in the main square. There were a handful of people, apparently tourists, and all holding umbrellas. The rain was too heavy to be outside without one. Some of them looked in our direction and pointed and muttered to each other. I folded my arms across my chest and tried to huddle in on myself.
“Are you cold?” Mia asked me.
“No,” I said, “I just don’t want to be here.”
But that didn’t seem to matter to Mia. Maybe I should have claimed to feel the chill and hope for some sympathy, but it still felt very warm despite the rain.
Read the rest of Interview With An Artist, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts