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“Of course. Where to?”
I tightened my jaw and thought about it for a second.
Blurred lines. Boundaries. Rules. Agreements.
All that stuff.
I had a chance to cancel the detour.
But I didn’t.
I needed to see Fiona again right now.
The private carparked next to the art studio.
I climbed out myself.
I hated when people opened and closed doors for me.
The driver knew his job.
Just sit and wait.
I walked to the front of the aged building and saw several paintings in the front windows.
I pulled open the door and heard a small bell chime above my head.
I glanced up and saw an old bell on a string.
Vintage.
Softvibe-ymusic played above my head.
The place smelled like fresh paint and fresh canvas.
And I knew that smell very well with Fiona in my condo with her paint supplies.
A woman then appeared.
Older. With a vibrant looking face.
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but that’s what came to me.
She had a sense of pure honesty to herself.
She lifted her right hand to wave.
Her hand began to shake.
She grabbed her right hand with her left hand.
Both hands started to shake.
“See what happens when a good looking man comes into the gallery?”
That’s definitely Demi.
“I have that effect on women,” I said.
