She flips the book open to show me her first painting. It is…a watercolor figure of a naked, faceless woman who looks like she's on fire. Her body is curvy, with Coke-bottle dimensions. Her skin is mauve and striking, and she's surrounded by a yellow-gold amber. There's a suggestion of a neck, but there's nothing where her head would normally be, disintegrating from the shoulders up into a smolder of flames. “She's a little fire lady,” Zendaya explains calmly. “That's kind of the thing, right? I don't know where this is going to go, but I'm going to just do it and see what happens.”