Body of Work

The bugs were loud in this part of town.

Technically, Maya wasn't in town anymore. When she left the coffee shop, she drove out past the gated neighborhoods and big commercial farms that surrounded her sleepy little college town. After what felt like miles of wheat, the trees got closer to the sides of the road until they towered over her tiny blue hatchback.

Maya was starting to get horror-movie vibes before the forest thinned out and there were houses again. The highway smoothed into a road with stoplights every few miles and when she made a left toward the address on the slip of paper wedged in her dashboard, she passed a Chick-fil-a. When she pulled up to the little cottage next to the lake, the house wasn't as scary as she was beginning to think it would be.

When Maya stepped out of her car into the "yard", all she could hear were the screech of insects, a constant buzzing and clicking coming from every direction. The lake, sitting serenely behind the cottage, carried the sound of insects from the other side. It was so noisy that Maya couldn't hear the crunch of dried grass as a man exited from the side of the cottage and walked toward her. She was re-reading the flyer she took from the coffee shop.

"Model Needed - $250 per session - Artistic Project. No experience necessary," she whispered to herself before refolding the flyer and sliding it into the front pocket of her jeans.

"That's right," a deep, male voice said. "No experience necessary."

Maya jumped at the sound of Alex's voice and almost got back into her car to pull off but something inside of her reminded her why she was here. Why would he know what was on the flyer without seeing it? Her panicked brain reminded her that she'd been reading the flyer aloud and that he could be guessing to lower her guard but the longer she looked at him, the less frightening he seemed.

"I'm Alex," he said, extending his hand for her to shake it. He had a big smile and a cup of coffee steaming in one hand. The mug was ceramic, covered with imperfections that made it look homemade and made him look less and less like the sort of person who would lure broke college students out to the woods to murder them. Maya loosened the grip on her key fob and brought her other hand back from her car's door handle to reach out and shake Alex's hand.

"I'm Maya," she said, searching his face for any indications of crazy, rapey, or murdery but didn't see any immediate red flags.

"Hello Maya," he said, walking back toward the cottage and waving for her to follow. "Let me get you some coffee and we can discuss the job inside."

Maya took a deep breath. The voice that screamed at her not to trust him got a lot quieter once she could smell his coffee. It was good, maybe not expensive but still better than most people drank. Strong with a hint of sweetness underneath she couldn't place. She licked her lips and her stomach clenched.

Maya couldn't afford a coffee back at the shop and when they told her they weren't hiring, her plan to take advantage of her employee discount went out the window. She hadn't allowed herself to think of food since then. He stomach growled as she followed Alex back into his cottage.

The cottage was lovely on the outside. Planter boxes filled with petunias and daisies hung under each window, some of which had shutters to let the light in or keep it out depending on what Alex needed. On the inside, the entire building was a studio. A single corner held a kitchenette with a rough-hewn wooden dining table and another housed a bed with a small bookcase next to it. Every other square foot of the cottage was dedicated to sculpture.

Sketches lined the walls, taped haphazardly over windows and pinned to tables next to small sculptures. Larger versions of those sculptures set next to the walls in various degrees of completion. Cherubs, ballerinas, and warriors emerged from slabs of stone positions along the walls of the room. The center of the room held a single spotlight, pointed directly down on a pedestal.

"That's for me," Maya thought as she looked at the setup in the middle of the room. It was a single Greek column, the kind she leaned on while holding a diploma for her high school senior pictures, the only difference was this one was draped with a purple cloth.

"So, that's where you'll be posing if you're interested," Alex said. He sounded bored, as if he was reading from a script. He wasn't even looking at her, but was already preparing another pot of coffee. The cup that he was holding when he walked out to the car was already empty and sitting on the kitchen table next to another. This one looked store-bought and impossibly clean, like it had never been used.

"I'm interested," Maya said. She answered too quickly, she thought. Even if the guy wasn't a serial killer or a sex creep, she could still be screwing herself out of some money by seeming too desperate.

"All right," Alex said before sitting at the kitchen table and motioning for her to take a seat across from him. "Let's get started."

Maya sat down at the table and tried not to let the smell of the coffee get to her. There was more than one point in the conversation that followed where Alex was just moving his mouth while Maya sat and waited for the coffee to stop brewing.

"So today, I just need to take some sketches," Alex said. Once Maya had her coffee in front of her, it was much easier to pay attention.

"So, you don't need me to take my clothes off?"

Alex looked a bit uncomfortable but explained again, slower.

"Eventually, yes." He stared at the ceiling while he searched for the right words. "First, I need to get a feel for you. This is also where you contribute to the piece, once you get comfortable in the space."

Maya looked at the space in the center of the room. There was a platform under a thick canvas sheet and a stone column about the height of a barstool in the center. The pedestal looked heavy, like it was made out of the same stone that was scattered around the room in chunks. The one she posed with for her yearbook photos was Styrofoam.

"So... you take pictures of me while I pose and use those for your sculpture?"

"No," Alex said. He didn't seem impatient or irritated, didn't appear rushed to get her naked in the middle of his studio. "I prefer to sketch. I don't... I don't trust photographs for my sculptures."

"Really, why not?"

"The light changes too much. Photos can be deceptive when it comes down to the little details. Sketching forces me to look more closely at everything, the shadows, the little dips and imperfections in the skin, in the cloth."

Alex set his coffee cup, now empty, down on the table and began walking around the pedestal. He moved his hands through the air as if there was a model in front of him, moving her, posing her and seeing her. Maya looked in amazement as Alex's eyes lit up and a smile touched the corners of his mouth as he studied the sculpture he hadn't created yet, that she hadn't posed for yet.

That was the moment that set her fully at ease. From the moment she took the flyer down from the bulletin board, she wondered if the person who made it was actually an artist. She had envisioned him as everything from a sexual predator to a deadbeat who wouldn't have the money he advertised but she never let herself trust, never once considered that the person she'd be posing for would be an actual artist. Watching him envision his artwork with childlike glee, she knew he was a real artist.

"The piece embodies vulnerability and rebirth," Alex continued, completely unaware that he didn't have her attention until that point. "The nudity is a little cliche for the subject, I'll admit, but I'm going for power, not... titillation." Alex made a face and waved his hand dismissively as if the very idea of taking pleasure in seeing a naked woman was offensive.

"Like those Greek statues," Maya said.

"Yes," Alex shouted. His excitement made him gesture even more dramatically and brought his voice up several more octaves. He was practically hopping from one foot to the other as he started walking circles around the pedestal and pointing to it as if the sculpture was finished.

"I want to create my own Aphrodite, my own Doryphoros."

Maya recognized one of those names. Aphrodite was one of the hot goddesses in Greek mythology. She couldn't think of any sculptures of Greek women other than the one with no arms, but she had seen a painting of a Greek goddess once.

"Yeah, Aphrodite is the one standing in the clam shell right? With the birds all around her like a Disney princess?"

Alex smiled and stopped circling the pedestal.

"That piece embodies exactly what I'm talking about. It's about about heroic nudity. It's not about seduction or eroticism but 'arete'. Virtue, excellence, perfection in form. Nudity as nobility."

Maya smiled and nodded. She still didn't fully understand his type of art but what she did understand was that we hadn't lured her out here just to get her undressed and alone. Also, his descriptions of nudity, while weird, were interesting and she could feel her own interest growing at what they would be making together.

"So, what do you need from me Alex?"

It was a small thing, using his name, but it indicated that she was done holding him at arm's length. It was her telling him that she was on board. That she was ready.

"You can feel the space out and get comfortable. I want you contrapposto so I need you to lean on the pedestal without actually putting your weight on it."

Maya looked at him blankly before asking.

"What's contraposso?"

Alex smiled broadly but didn't laugh.

"Contrapposto means 'counterpose'. It's the way he body shifts naturally when you put your weight on one leg. Your hips tilt, your spine curves, your shoulders compensate. It makes a figure look alive."

"Not all stiff and rigid like a mannequin."

Alex clapped his hands, making a loud pop that echoed through the studio.

"Exactly. That's what we're trying to avoid."

Alex ran off to get a sketchbook and multiple writing implements. He was crisscrossing the studio with a fistful of charcoal sticks and a "pencil" that was little more than a thick piece of graphite taped to a piece of wood while he continued talking.

"It seems a simple concept, but It was a breakthrough in sculpture. Before that, everyone looked like they were about to sneeze. Contrapposto was the first time someone asked 'What does a person look like when they're just... there."

Maya stood in the center of the studio next to the pedestal. She could see that it was made of real stone and looked extremely heavy. Before she was worried it wouldn't hold her weight. Now she was worried about knocking it over onto her bare foot. Not that the sneakers she was wearing would have offered much protection against a slab of granite.

On the other side of the room, Alex had forgotten about her, still talking about art.

"It's not flashy. It's the kind of beauty that you don't notice because it feel natural. It feel real. But once you see it, you can't unsee it."

Alex stopped, realizing he'd been doing all of the talking. When he turned back to Maya, she was standing next to the pedestal, waiting. The sunlight streaming through the windows framed her beautifully, giving her an ethereal glow.

"So is this the part where... you need to see me, right"

"Only if you're ready. You are the star."

Maya took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Okay."

Maya began to undress. It wasn't seductive or performative. She'd given her ex-boyfriend a birthday strip tease last semester and this was nothing like that. That had been her idea but this was her choice. Alex set up a simple stool and small table across from her and began arranging his charcoal sticks in a row. As she began pulling her t-shirt over her head, she felt briefly offended that he wasn't looking at her.

Maya was wearing an orange bra that didn't match her blue and white striped underwear and hesitated before removing her shorts. She looked at Alex, saw that he still wasn't looking at her, and pulled her shorts and underwear down to her ankles in a single dramatic movement. Alex was flipping through his sketch book looking for a blank page when she kicked them to the side.

Maya stretched under the single naked bulb that hung overhead and looked around the room as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It seemed brighter and more alive. She was aware that she was under a spotlight and on a pedestal but she felt a power rush through her that couldn't be easily explained away by either. When she removed her bra and tossed it into the pile where her t-shirt and shorts were, her skin was buzzing.

"You ready," Alex asked. Maya was surprised to see that he was putting a pair of thick, wire-rimmed glasses on to sketch and still wasn't looking.

"I think so," Maya said. "How do you want me?"

Maya suppressed a giggle at how the phrase came out, laughing off the undertones and subtext in her words but Alex didn't even seem to notice. When he looked at her, he was squinting and turning his head left and right, studying the shadows she created when she moved. He gave no reaction to the nude twenty three year-old woman in the middle of his cabin aside from a slight tilt of his head and an instruction.

"Lean against the pedestal more."

Maya placed her palms flat on the rough stone (odd, it looked smooth from the other side of the room) and shifted her back to face Alex. She had turned her chest away from him and was giving him the entirety of one bare ass cheek. His expression never changed. He may as well have been picking fruit at the grocery store for all of his interest in her.

"Hmmm, lift your left heel. Keep your toes on the ground."

Maya complied, giving her back more of a sensual curve and thrusting her ass out slightly. She arched her back more, looking at him over her own shoulder and down her own back. She could see the red weal from where her bra dug in across her ribs and wanted to rub it smooth but Alex made a grunt when she sifted her weight.

Alex was sketching the underside of her foot, how the shadows played in the valley between her heel and her toes. From her position on the platform in the center of the room, she could see him sketch, then erase, then sketch, then erase and sketch again the curl of her pinky toe, the way the pose made it curl under her foot. Her back and hips began to burn from holding the pose and seeing that he was only drawing a toe, she relaxed her shoulders slightly.

"Wait," Alex said immediately. "Hold it a little longer."

Maya hit the pose again and held it steady. She watched Alex sketch her entire foot, then her ankle with his makeshift pencil before using a charcoal stick to make bold slashing lines that he rubbed into the shape of a calf, then her knee, then her thigh. Alex was completely absorbed into the paper at this point and he didn't look up until he had a near perfect drawing of her leg.

Even from her position on the platform and even with the awkward tilt of her neck from the pose, Maya could see that his sketch was excellent. From six feet away the picture looked like it was about to take a step. "That's me," she thought, amazed.

Alex turned his head, turned the sketchbook, looked at it from every angle and held it in front of his face at every distance his arms could manage before he nodded and set the sketchbook down, satisfied. He set his charcoal stick down in the space it occupied before he picked it up and slapped his palms against his thighs.

"Perfect," he said to himself, or perhaps the picture. He hadn't given Maya another look. Maya released the pose she was holding and stretched again, arcing her back until the tendons made little pops and snaps.

"Ooh," Alex said, paying very close attention to her now.

"Yes," Maya said, aware of how a sharp 'What?' might sound.

"That pose. Can you do it again?"

Maya stretched again, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly. Nothing popped but she could feel the stretch reshaping her body as she relaxed into it. She had to close her eyes to concentrate, but the scrape of Alex's pencil had an almost soothing quality. When it finally stopped, she opened her eyes, not realizing she'd been holding her breath until she let it out.

When she turned to him, Alex was holding the sketchbook up for her to see. On it was the image of a woman curled around the moon. Many of the details were just suggestive smudges but it was all there, she was all there.

"Wow," Maya said.

"Wow indeed," Alex agreed.

He leaned in to run his fingernail along the edge of one toned thigh and Maya could smell his aftershave. It was old-fashioned with notes of menthol and camphor. It reminded her of her dad. Maya took a slow, deep breath and sealed it into her memory.

"You see how the body is framed against the moon? It implies a divine or otherworldly power."

"Uh huh," Maya said. There was a small bald spot starting at the crown of Alex's head. Too small to notice if her nose weren't right above it, but easy to see if you really looked.

Alex straightened and turned to look her in the eye. She could see his shoulders were broad and muscular under his collared shirt and layer of middle-aged fat. He had the sort of physique that comes from doing a certain job rather than from a gym membership. Firemen and plumbers came to mind. She'd never have imagined it of a sculptor. Glancing down at his stomach, and his lap below it, there was the round, comfortable curve of his belly sitting atop thick, trunk-like thighs.

"Mmmm," Maya exhaled.

"I know," Alex said. "I think I may change my subject after this."

"Huh," Maya grunted, looking down at the picture again. She could almost see it cast in stone from this angle. He really was talented, really was an artist. She wanted to watch him chip and scrape the image out of a lump of stone.

"You may well be my muse," Alex said before handing her the sketchbook and rising to his feet. She watched him move as we crossed the small studio and picked up a small leather folder. When he returned, he'd removed something from the folder. Maya licked her lips when he stretched his hand out to her.

"I hope you'll work with me again," Alex said. He was holding a handful of bills that he'd fanned out so she could see the denominations, a bunch of twenties and a crisp fifty on the end nearest his thumb. The fingertips were smeared with charcoal and there was hair on the back of his hand.

"Oh yeah," Maya said. She was suddenly aware again that she was naked in the house of someone who had been a stranger a few hours ago. Now he was offering her money.

Maya took her pay quickly but not rudely and went to the pile of clothes that sat just out of reach next to the modeling pedestal. When she checked over her shoulder to see if Alex was watching her get dressed, she saw he was busy at his coffee pot making another batch. After stuffing the bills in the back pocket of her jeans, she stepped into them, then pulled those and her underwear up in a single yank.

Maya finished dressing just as the coffee maker started hissing. She faced him while she put her bra and t-shirt on and he never even glanced at her. But why should be, right? He'd gotten a pretty good view of everything for over an hour. He told her to turn and she turned, told her to stretch and she stretched. Maya imagined him telling her to bend over, but he never did. She wondered what it would sound like, wondered how he would pose her.

"Oh, that reminds me," Alex said, finally turning from his coffee.

"Yes," Maya said breathily. Again, she hadn't noticed herself holding her breath until it all came out at once, overrunning her words. She quickly knelt down to tie her shoes, pushing her knee into her chest so that it would seem the sound came from that.

"I'll need your number in case I need any follow-up poses."

"Oh. Okay," Maya said.

Shoes tied and paid in full, Maya recited her number slowly enough for Alex to write down. Once that was done, Alex rose from his seat and crossed the room to open the door to the front yard. It was dark outside and, noticing this, Alex turned on the naked yellow bulb above the door. Maya could see her car, now steel grey in the orange and purple light of dusk, and she walked to it, thanking Alex as she walked past him.

"I enjoyed working with you today."

"I hope we'll do it again."

Maya drove home in silence, not even turning the radio on to keep her company when the trees closed in and darkness pressed her car from all sides. She could see the lights from town the entire way and when she began to make out the twinkling lights of windows and traffic on the horizon, she left her mind drift.

Alex's eyes were as blue as water. There were times she had to close her eyes to keep from looking at him. She'd turn her head and follow his movements as he took her in. She wanted to meet his gaze but he wouldn't look at her face, he didn't need it. She bit her lip as she drove through the first intersection at the edge of town. Alex kicked off her left sneaker and nestled her bare foot against the car floor.

"I'm going to have to clean this thing tomorrow," she said, grinding her foot against the rough carpet and many unidentified crumbs. She was disgusted, but loved the feel of it on her bare skin, like poking a sore tooth.

After the last turn before campus, and before her own neighborhood pressed in on her car with two family flats and three-story walkups, she took off her right sneaker and pressed her foot into the grooves on the gas and brake pedals. She squealed softly at the discomfort of rough rubber against soft skin.

"I wonder if he'll spank me," Maya said suddenly.

She jumped, then giggled. The thought came without warning, as most of hers did, but she never said them aloud. She wasn't the type of girl to talk to herself. She wasn't the type of girl to fantasize about old men who won't look at you even when you're naked and alone in their living room.

She wasn't the type of girl to get upset because some old guy won't look at her.

"But that's the thing, he did look at me," Maya said, no longer caring that she was talking to herself. "He looked at all of me." As she turned down her street, she took her free hand to unfasten her jeans. In the quiet car, she could hear the three clicks of the zipper being pushed down.

Maya pulled into her driveway, her own building and the one next door towering over her cloaked her tiny blue hatchback in shadows. She sat in the car quietly for several minutes, letting the coolness seep in. A breeze blew cool air through the car, causing the napkins she kept close at hand to ruffle and wave at her. Maya dragged the zipper to her jeans down and the cool air that slipped between her thighs felt great.

"Mmmmm," she murmured and smiled to herself, thinking of the studio.

The studio was cool, but the steady press of the overhead light gave her modeling area warmth. A lot of the warmth came from Alex as well. She felt safe in that studio in a way that she didn't feel out in public or even in her own apartment. She was reminded again of the dark, shadowy place between her building and the one next door and how she would scurry from her car to her front door on most nights.

Maya casually opened her door and walked barefoot to the front door of her building. Leaving her sneakers in the car, she allowed her jeans to slouch and gather loosely at her hips. One hand in her pocket kept them from sliding to her knees, but the breeze that slipped and slithered into her jeans and sent cool air between her thighs and down her legs.

Through her front door, Maya casually walked up the stairs. She wasn't concerned about her neighbors opening their doors to see her walking through the building with her pants falling down. With the end of the school year, she had no neighbors. She had the entire building to herself.

Maya's shorts hit the welcome mat on the inside of her apartment as soon as the door closed behind her. As she peeled her t-shirt over her head, she kicked her shorts into her bedroom and tossed the t-shirt after it. She closed her eyes and turned the shower on, unfastening her bra and removing her underwear while the water warmed up.

She would normally walk around in her t-shirt and her underwear for the rest of the night. A t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, both stolen from an ex-boyfriend, sat on top of a hamper for easy access once she got out of the shower. She'd been wearing them out of the shower since the weekend, sleeping in them, then leaving them in the bathroom after getting ready in the morning.

When she got out of the shower this time, she didn't put her sleep shirt and shorts on, but dried her hair and laid her towel on her bed so she wouldn't get the sheets wet when she laid down. Then she laid down and listened to her empty apartment. The alarm clock on her nightstand was one of the old-fashioned ones with a stained wood pattern on it's plastic housing and angry red numbers that gave the room an eerie glow when it was full dark. It's 'buzz' - which she only noticed when she was up very late at night.

Maya took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to recreate her apartment in her mind. She thought of the welcome mat that sat inside the apartment, imagined the wet footprints she left between her bathroom and her kitchen. In her mind, each one was perfectly shaped like her foot. There were no messy puddles or drips from the water that was still soaking into the towel she was laying on.

In her minds eye, she entered her bedroom and hovered above her own body. She could see her eyes closed, her hair spilling out on all sides of her, framing her head like a halo, sticking to her wet shoulders. She looked at herself the way Alex had, as though she were perfect.

Her body was greyish-blue in the dark room with only a little light from the window peering through. In her minds eye, she lay in a shaft of moonlight even though she knew from her drive home that there was no moon out tonight. That didn't matter. In her imagination, she was framed by silvery light.

She watched herself, in her imagination, bring her hands to her face. She dragged her fingertips up her body, feeling the dip of her navel, the swell of each breast, and the stiff protrusions of her nipples. She smiled.

She dragged her nails across her shoulders, pulling back the wet hair. In her mind, this made her face stand out more. She turned her head from side to side, trying to find her best angle in the dark. She brought her knees to her chest and felt soft, muffled pops in her back. The curve of her ass was partially hidden behind her feet from her mind's point of view.

Maya flexed her toes, then pointing them outward. The shadows spilled into the valley between her legs where they blended with the dark hair there. She could make out the mound of her pussy in the way the light darkened into shadow at her lower belly and continued down into the gap of her thighs. She reached down into the mass of glossy hair and stroked it.

She ran a finger between the lips of her pussy, slightly swollen and slightly damp from more than the shower, and pulled them apart. She found the bud of her clitoris in the dark and stroked it. She dipped her fingertip a little lower and wet it against her warm, throbbing opening. She shuddered at the intensity of the sensation and stroked her clit again. In her mind's eye, she could see it's wetness shine.

Maya watched her toes curl as one of her fingers disappeared between her legs, joined by two more. The tendons in her hand stood out and the ones in her neck became more prominent. Her toes curled again and this time they cracked loudly. Maya smiled, giggled softly, and licked her lips.

Heat radiated out from Maya's core. She could feel beads of sweat break out on the back of her neck and the wet towel she was lying on began to warm up. Her fingertip moved back and forth in the wet pocket of her spread lips and each stroke, each flick sent shudders through her. A trickle of sweat, or perhaps condensation from the water, rolled down the small of her back and vanished into the crack of her ass.

As her finger sped up, she twisted and turned, scrunching the damp towel under her. She imagined Alex's hands on her body, moving her and turning her according to his needs

. Under his rough caress, he sculpted her and created her in her imagination. Her finger sped up, her pussy clicked with each stroke her fingertip made against the walls of her pussy.

"Ahhhhh," she moaned. She could 'see' her nipples tighten and felt the goosebumps stand out on her areolae. She touched one with her free hand and smiled when the small bumps around her nipples were exactly where she imagined them to be. She pinched and toyed with the burning knot of flesh and shuddered at each warm wave that passed over her body.

In her mind's eye, her pleasure was pink, turning orange in the center of her body. She squeezed her eyes shut tight to better see the colors washing over her. She saw pink splashes against her palm as her finger dug a sopping mess in her pussy. There were silvery flecks in her pink juices as her orgasm drew closer and her pussy tightened.

"Guuuh... oh god," she said as she lifted her hips off the towel, trying to drive her finger in deeper. She needed a dick. She imagined Alex's would be thick and rough like his fingers. Slipping another finger inside her, she imagined his cock scraping in and out of her. More juices spilled out of her. The orange glow below her belly button swirled with silver streaks. Her breath caught and her hips spasmed as flashes of silver light began to strobe from inside her. Maya squeezed her eyes shut tighter.

Maya remembered the smell of Alex's breath, clean with a hint of the coffee he kept nearby. She imagined him on top of her, leaning over her and slippery with sweat. She could feel his breath on her face, smell it in her nostrils. Her mind went blank but she could still see the explosion that took place inside her.

"Fuuuuuuuck!"

Maya dragged a sticky stream of pink and silver juice out of her exploding pussy. Flashes of light streaked out from her belly and ran across her skin in all directions. There was another spurt of pink and silver juice from her twitching hole and her eyes flew open as she gasped for breath, unaware that she'd been holding her breath until that moment.

Ribbons of orange, silver, and pink streaked across Maya's field of vision. There were flashes like fireworks as her chest heaved up and down. She stared as her own nipples as they bobbed in and out of her view. After several breaths, the colors of her dark bedroom returned to the blues, greys, and purples of night.

Maya was easing out her last shuddering breaths and enjoying the cool sensation of sweat drying on her skin when her phone pinged out a message alert. When she could find the arm she needed, she picked up her phone with cum-soaked fingers and wiped one slick finger across the screen to open it. There was a message from Alex.

"Hope it isn't too late. Let me know when you're available for another sitting."

Maya considered letting it sit until morning but was already responding before she'd made up her mind. Still floating, she had no interest in playing it cool.

"How's tomorrow?"