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his head slightly in my direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Samantha. There are many great works to see here. Are you a fan of the artist?”
“Actually this is my first time seeing the work,” I smiled, feeling slightly nervous and awkward. “I really just came for the wine.” I laughed much too loudly.
My joke obviously fell on deaf ears; I noticed his eyes narrow.
“I see,” he said under his breath as he started to turn away.
“I’m sorry. What I meant was that I didn’t even know that these shows existed until tonight,” I called out to him.
“Well, now you do,” he said with a soft smile before walking toward the next photograph.
I didn’t want to follow him, potentially giving off the stalker vibe. He was so distinguished. I was certain that he would have a million things to put in a blog.
I looked back at the photograph. The thumb looked like it was mocking me.
“I’ll tell you where you can stick that thumb,” I said under my breath as I moved on to the next display.
Chapter 7
As I studied each photograph, I waited for an epic thought to enter my mind. Something that would make a reader stop and say, Wow, this girl really has it all figured out . But my mind filled with thoughts of hot dogs, cheeseburgers, and chef’s salad.
I was starving. My stomach had begun to growl. I hoped that I was the only one who could hear it. As if on cue, they began handing out the wine. One thing I’d learned from dieting was that it was not a good idea to drink wine on an empty stomach. I’d had the worst hangover of my life one time after skipping all the high-calorie treats at a wedding so that I could focus on the wine.
I turned quickly and tried to duck out the front door of the gallery. I was sure there had to be a vendor of some kind out on the street. Just a quick hot dog or pretzel would help me soak up the wine I was looking forward to drinking.
When I reached the door I found a couple standing in front of it. They were talking softly to one another. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes. I was stunned by the way they never looked away, not even to laugh or offer a shy smile. It was as if they were only aware of each other. I didn’t want to interrupt that. I wanted to be that. I wanted someone to find me that fascinating.
When a waiter walked by to offer me a glass of wine, I snatched it off the tray, downing it in just a few quick swallows.
“Oops.” I frowned as I felt the sudden heat hit my cheeks.
“Didn’t you get a glass of wine?” another waiter asked with concern. He handed me another glass before I could answer.
I noticed that I had drawn a few stares from other patrons because of my wine guzzling. Everyone else was taking their time, going through the process of tasting their wine, rather than chugging it like a frat boy.
I cleared my throat and did my best to follow the same steps that I saw other people taking. I attempted to swirl the wine in my glass; however, the wine refused to stay in the glass. Instead it splashed over the brim and all over my hand. I cringed as the cool liquid covered my palm. I looked around for a napkin, but before I could find one, a man stepped up beside me. It was the same suave older gentleman that had drawn my attention earlier.
“Enjoying your wine?” he asked.
“Well, I was,” I said with a slight laugh.
Before I realized what he was doing he took the glass from my hand. He sniffed the wine carefully.
“Is it off?” he asked with some concern. His steel-blue eyes looked up from the wine and back at me intently.
“No, it’s not that, it’s just I — ” I started to explain.
“No matter.” He took my hand in his own. “I’ll get you another — um,” he drew his hand out of mine and shook it a little. “You seem to, uh — ”
“It’s wine,” I said quickly — too quickly.
He smiled strangely and handed me back my glass.
“Enjoy it,” he said and turned to walk away.
I wanted to call out to
“Actually this is my first time seeing the work,” I smiled, feeling slightly nervous and awkward. “I really just came for the wine.” I laughed much too loudly.
My joke obviously fell on deaf ears; I noticed his eyes narrow.
“I see,” he said under his breath as he started to turn away.
“I’m sorry. What I meant was that I didn’t even know that these shows existed until tonight,” I called out to him.
“Well, now you do,” he said with a soft smile before walking toward the next photograph.
I didn’t want to follow him, potentially giving off the stalker vibe. He was so distinguished. I was certain that he would have a million things to put in a blog.
I looked back at the photograph. The thumb looked like it was mocking me.
“I’ll tell you where you can stick that thumb,” I said under my breath as I moved on to the next display.
Chapter 7
As I studied each photograph, I waited for an epic thought to enter my mind. Something that would make a reader stop and say, Wow, this girl really has it all figured out . But my mind filled with thoughts of hot dogs, cheeseburgers, and chef’s salad.
I was starving. My stomach had begun to growl. I hoped that I was the only one who could hear it. As if on cue, they began handing out the wine. One thing I’d learned from dieting was that it was not a good idea to drink wine on an empty stomach. I’d had the worst hangover of my life one time after skipping all the high-calorie treats at a wedding so that I could focus on the wine.
I turned quickly and tried to duck out the front door of the gallery. I was sure there had to be a vendor of some kind out on the street. Just a quick hot dog or pretzel would help me soak up the wine I was looking forward to drinking.
When I reached the door I found a couple standing in front of it. They were talking softly to one another. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes. I was stunned by the way they never looked away, not even to laugh or offer a shy smile. It was as if they were only aware of each other. I didn’t want to interrupt that. I wanted to be that. I wanted someone to find me that fascinating.
When a waiter walked by to offer me a glass of wine, I snatched it off the tray, downing it in just a few quick swallows.
“Oops.” I frowned as I felt the sudden heat hit my cheeks.
“Didn’t you get a glass of wine?” another waiter asked with concern. He handed me another glass before I could answer.
I noticed that I had drawn a few stares from other patrons because of my wine guzzling. Everyone else was taking their time, going through the process of tasting their wine, rather than chugging it like a frat boy.
I cleared my throat and did my best to follow the same steps that I saw other people taking. I attempted to swirl the wine in my glass; however, the wine refused to stay in the glass. Instead it splashed over the brim and all over my hand. I cringed as the cool liquid covered my palm. I looked around for a napkin, but before I could find one, a man stepped up beside me. It was the same suave older gentleman that had drawn my attention earlier.
“Enjoying your wine?” he asked.
“Well, I was,” I said with a slight laugh.
Before I realized what he was doing he took the glass from my hand. He sniffed the wine carefully.
“Is it off?” he asked with some concern. His steel-blue eyes looked up from the wine and back at me intently.
“No, it’s not that, it’s just I — ” I started to explain.
“No matter.” He took my hand in his own. “I’ll get you another — um,” he drew his hand out of mine and shook it a little. “You seem to, uh — ”
“It’s wine,” I said quickly — too quickly.
He smiled strangely and handed me back my glass.
“Enjoy it,” he said and turned to walk away.
I wanted to call out to
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