The show had already begun. You were here already, at one of the largest art exhibitions in the area, and it was your work that was on display, front and center, for all to see. The sun had already long since set, but the lighting on each piece of art was just right. You are here as part of the “Young Artists Showcase”, where you and a few others get to catch the eyes of the area’s foremost art collectors, who are looking for the next big artist’s work.
I make it into the building a few minutes later than I wanted to, but I see you right away, lit up from above as though you were a piece of art in your own right. You are wearing burgundy and gold, in the form of a loose, flowing dress, short enough to show your brown boots, and a big smile with unusually intense lips, which I love.
I get to you, and we hug for a second longer than is appropriate in public. You’re nervous, and I said I’d be here for you so that you have a friendly face in the room whenever you need one. We chat briefly, and I move in to give you a quick kiss. You giggle and move away quickly with a coy, “I’m working; don’t mess up my makeup!” and a little shove.