William walked Emily over to the Reflections painting.
“I love this,” Emily said. “If the woman looked a little more like me, I would
probably buy it.”
“Oh,” William responded. “You buy artwork now?”
“There was always art on the walls,” she responded. “Where do you think it came
from?”
“I never paid attention.”
“I do like this one,” Emily reiterated. “It would be weird having a painting of
your girlfriend on my wall, wouldn't it?”
“I'd think so,” William agreed. He glanced over to Casey, who was already heading
over to him.
“Thanks for coming to my show,” she said, offering Emily her hand. “I'm Casey.”
“Emily,” she responded, shaking Casey's hand. “Your artwork is marvelous.”
“Why thank you,” Casey responded. “I appreciate the compliment.”
“You know,” Emily began. “I never pictured William with an artist.”
“I know,” Casey responded. “I couldn't picture us together either.”
“Really?” Emily asked. William grimaced.
“Oh yeah,” his girlfriend said. “I tried to warn him off. I even dropped a paper
mâché luck dragon on him and he still wouldn't take no for an answer.”
Casey leaned against William.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “After that there was no turning back.”
“Well, I didn't give you a choice,” Casey teased, giving him a hug.
“I may also have gotten a concussion,” William teased back.
Emily smiled.
“Oh, looks like I'm being called over,” Casey said. “It was nice meeting you,