“I’m gonna keep searching for beautiful things. And it would be awesome if those things were
crazy, beautiful, weird art ziggurats and exhibits in fancy-shmancy old museums.”
He gives something between a laugh and a scoff, shaking his head at my stupid half-joke.
“You know you’re corny, right?” He chuckles.
Then he smirks, flashing a coquettish smile, and leaning forward with a teasing shake of his
head.
“But you really don’t have to look that hard for beautiful things, though. You were prettier than
the exhibit, yourself, at the grand-opening, in that cute pink dress. My mom sent me the pictures
last night, after the event was over. Too bad you had to come visit me dressed like the awkward
lead of a teen sit-com.”
“Aish,” I sigh half-way between embarrassed and annoyed, “Excuse me for not wanting to wear
dirty clothes to come see you.”
“Don’t even begin to pretend you change your clothes daily. You used to wear the same pair of
jeans for ten days straight when we were in college.”
“Maybe I’ve grown out of that,” I say argumentatively.
He just raises one eyebrow as if he
doesn’t believe that for a minute.
(From the new chapter coming out on Friday the 19th!)