[say]"Oh! I met Melita!"[/say] you exclaim happily because what are timelines, scooting forward to look more closely at the sunbeam's painting.
As Bastien drones on and Oia watches the gremlin you tilt your head, enraptured by the art, the sunlight on the water. Strangely, you agree with the artist's sentiment: you can learn a lot about people from their art. This one, for instance, is full of impatient strokes, less concrete image than abstract representation. It's emotional, you think, and honest, and very much her.
[Say]"Is this where she's from?"[/say] you wonder aloud, turning back to Bastien, blissfully unaware of the blush creeping up your cheeks, the slightly-more-than-normal earnestness in your eyes.
My my, Kaimana, do you have a crush?
As Bastien drones on and Oia watches the gremlin you tilt your head, enraptured by the art, the sunlight on the water. Strangely, you agree with the artist's sentiment: you can learn a lot about people from their art. This one, for instance, is full of impatient strokes, less concrete image than abstract representation. It's emotional, you think, and honest, and very much her.
[Say]"Is this where she's from?"[/say] you wonder aloud, turning back to Bastien, blissfully unaware of the blush creeping up your cheeks, the slightly-more-than-normal earnestness in your eyes.
My my, Kaimana, do you have a crush?
