Enlighten me, then.

Blue and Grey

A few days later, as the night slowly was falling, Yerim was busy applying some makeup on her face after having swiftly worn a classy black dress. She lightly pressed her lips together as she observed her painted red lips through the mirror.

"All done."
She spoke to herself as a satisfactory smile appeared on her lips. She sprayed a bit of her perfume on her wrists and proceeded to rub them on her neck. She brushed her hair one last time and gave a proud nod of approbation to her reflection in the mirror.

She stepped out of the her apartment's bathroom and went to grab her small black purse and slid her phone in it. She took out from her purse a small hand cream tube and applied some of the perfumed cream on her hands that she thought were way too dry, and way too rough for a woman.

She swiftly wore her pair of black stilettos, as well as a black coat before finally heading out, purse in hand. She quickly locked her door and rushed downstairs to the taxi that was waiting for her for at least five minutes already. She quickly hopped in the vehicle and apologetically bowed multiple times to the drdriver.

Yerim lied her back against the seat and took a deep breath. She was invited to a vernissage at the Baram Art Gallery. Yerim was in charge of the flower decorations in the gallery and the gallery would recommend her to the artists who would hold exhibitions there for their vernissages.

This was the case, this time. The artist who held his vernissage that night had contacted Yerim to take care of the flower arrangements in the room, which she willingly accepted. Being the one responsible for the flowers for the event, the artist sent her an invitation card to the vernissage. It was only the second time she was invited by an artist to a vernissage, so she was a bit nervous.

However, Yerim enjoyed art and enjoyed visiting museums often, therefore she was really excited for the vernissage. She had never met the artist personally as he was abroad in New York, so they only contacted each other through emails, and sometimes phone calls, when he had enough time, and had specific demands.

She smiled when she spotted the huge white flowers arrangement that was placed on a table in the lobby. She felt satisfied, but also proud at how beautiful it looked. She decided to go to the room the vernissage actually took place in to check her flower arrangements, but also to discover the paintings.

After check out and admire some paintings she suddenly stopped in front of a painting and felt like starstruck. The beauty of the painting made her feel things she didn't expect to feel while looking at a painting. A lake was painted and took most of the space. Behind, there were hills and a beautiful cherry blossom tree. In front, grass with flowers were painted. Birds were flying in the sun-setting sky. She could see the details put in everything. She could see the wind softly playing with the grass and the flowers, playing with the water of the lake in which reflected the warm colors of the sun setting. She felt a certain serenity inside of her as she observed the painting. It was as if that painting could appease her. It was both simple and detailed. It was warm, calm, and quiet. How she wished she could be in such a place right now.

15 minutes passed by, but she was still quietly standing in front of the painting, unable to take her eyes off of it.

"Do you like this one?" A male voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Excuse me?" She asked as she turned her head to the man who had just asked her a question.

"I apologize for bothering you. Just noticed you have been staring at it for a while now."

"Oh, oh!" She shyly chuckled. "Yes, I really like this one." She softly replied as she turned her eyes back to the painting.

"May I ask what you like about it?" The man asked in a deep voice as he was staring at the painting himself.