"People?"
"Very observant."
"Does that mean multiple genders or multiple people at once? Just curious."
"Both," I say.
He licks his lips. The timing is likely a coincidence, but it does make me want to know what those big, soft lips would feel like on mine. And now I'm extra horny thinking about sharing those lips with someone else.
"Nice."
That's all he has to say about that?
"Does that intimidate you?"
"Not in the slightest."
"Confident, are you?"
"Not necessarily confident. I just don't care what other people do within their own sex lives."
"I knew I liked you." I wink at him, our eyes having been locked on each other for most of this conversation.
We break eye contact and look around, realizing we've just been wandering around the main hallway. "I think we need to go up the stairs."
"Right. I'm assuming you've been here before?"
"Who hasn't. Pretty sure it's a mandatory field trip destination for every elementary school." I start heading for the stairs to the upper levels, and he follows me.
"I meant because of your job, but yeah, I came here as a kid too."
"How do you—" I start to ask.
"You talked about it during our session."
"Oh. Right." I was too focused on him touching me and the sting of the needle to remember what exactly we all talked about. "My job deals with collectible modern art, not really the kind of stuff that ends up in museums like this."
"Tell me more."
I tell him about the work I do with Daniel and the types of pieces we acquire for our unique customer base. And he listens, asking occasional follow-up questions. At somepoint in the Asian art exhibit, he tells me his gummy kicked it. We spend the next thirty or so minutes walking through the twists and turns of this place.
"I'm pretty sure we're lost," he finally admits.
"Oh, thank god. I thought it was just me."
"No, this place is confusing as hell."
"The gummies probably don't help either."
"Definitely not." He spins around in a circle once, twice, three times, and I can't help but laugh at him.
"You look like a dog chasing its tail."
He stops spinning and faces me. "Now that sounds like an interesting name for a painting. Maybe you should recommend that to one of your artist friends and make them pay you when it sells for big bucks."
I step toward him, a smirk on my face. "Oh, is that how you think that works?"
Now he takes a step toward me. "Maybe."
