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That’s how the rest of our afternoon went Jonathon asking the questions and me answering. It was perfect. He was perfect.
Chapter Fifteen: Together
I got out of Jonathon’s car onto a busy street. I looked up at the building that the art show was held in. It was old with crumbling brick. It was a three story building with dark blue shutters on every window. The building looked nothing like how I’d picture a building looking in Rome. There was even graffiti on it. The building looked like something that should be in Brooklyn and not in Rome.
An intoxicating glow reverberated from the windows out into the street. It was like a beacon.
Jonathon took my hand and held the door open for me. I went inside with him following behind me; ever the gentleman.
“So, everything here is done by local artists’?” I asked to clarify what I already assumed.
“Yes,” He said simply.
There was no lobby to walk into; you just walked immediately into the art exhibit.
In this room all the walls, the floor, and the furniture were white but splattered with all kinds of different colors of paint.
“This is awesome!” I declared.
“I’m glad you like it,” came a male voice from behind me. I whipped around. Jonathon moved somewhat in front of me like he was protecting me from some unknown threat.
The guy was young probably about twenty – four. He was kind of short but skinny. He had black hair that was messy like he hadn’t brushed it in years. He also had some serious stubble. He wore glasses with a thick black frame.
“I’m Jack, the artist,” He said extending his hand to Jonathon and then to me.
“I’m Jonathon and this is Kylie,” He said.
“It pleases me to hear you like my work. It’s not often I get a complement, mostly I’m just criticized and that criticism is usually bad,” Jack said.
“This is amazing, very original,” I said looking around.
“Are you an artist?” Jack asked me.
“I like drawing and painting but I’m no artist,” I said.
“Oh, I’m sure you’re better than you think.”
“Trust me, I’m not that good,” I said.
“Kylie, we should continue. We can’t spend all our time in just one place,” Jonathon said.
“You’re right,” I said.
“Nice to meet you two,” Jack said.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, “I hope to see more of your work,” I finished.
Jonathon and I began to walk away.
“What the hell was that?” I demanded.
“What?” Jonathon asked the picture of innocence.
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“I believe I do not.”
“You are unbelievable. What was that with Jack?”
