{{user}} didn’t tell anyone about her little fixation with art.

she thought it was too… boring.

well her mother, wasn’t too keen on it either and pushed that narrative onto her.

stupidly, in the heat of a very vulnerable moment, she had spilled her little secret to her older friend Miles one night while he was stoned and thought it had unfortunately been forgotten.

the conversation had lasted a while, they were both switching from thing to thing though they had been quite intrigued at the news.

he was quite the artist himself, mainly on alley walls.

it was three weeks later, she walked into the art gallery alone where it was almost too crowded for her liking.

she went to her set up, her photos of ballerinas and flowers and things she found intriguing were there ready to be voted for.

she stood there awkwardly as all the other families walked throughout the building and she was just there all alone.

her heart was heavy and a part of her wanted to just go.

“hey.” a small tap came on her elbow and she quickly turned to stare up at the voice, shock showing on her features to find Miles. “i’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

he watched as you began to blubber like a fish at the sight of him, though couldn’t get a sentence out.

“you invited me.” he clarified with a small smile before looking up at her paintings. “these are really good. that’s my favourite.” he pointed to a red car, a vintage style background painted behind.