Highly Unlikely [BxB]

CHAPTER FOUR

Midnight At The Grand Hall

I actually looked forward to this part of the day because secretly, it meant I could get away. Going out to party on my own wasn't shit, so this definitely took the cup.

After locking the car, I was already on my way inside the museum. It didn't matter that it was late, Ma was home with the kids so I could take all the time I wanted, although I felt a little guilty about the fact that she didn't like me staying out late almost every night.

                The first thing I noticed once I got in was that there were far less people than the last time I was here.

               I somehow gravitated towards the biggest painting I'd ever seen. Right where Julian had first tried to talk to me. I had been in such a bad mood that I nearly lashed out when he spoke to me. I'd never know how it would have turned out if his dad hadn't interrupted.

It was a replica of 'The Wedding Feast At Cana' by Paolo Veronese. A painting so huge that I could easily be part of it if I stood still enough. My phone dinged with a sound and I ignored it.

               As I was lost in thought, it felt like someone was standing right next to me, but when I looked, there was no one.

               I saw the shiny dress shoes next to my sneakers just before I could carry them to the next painting. One quick glance couldn't hurt.

"It's you," I almost exclaimed when I saw Julian. I wasn't excited but rather surprised. Not once did I think I'd ever see him again. And yet somehow deep down you still hoped.

His eyes lit up when he turned to look at me. "It is," he replied in his way that just sounded proper for no reason.

"What are you doing here?" I asked before I could think better of it.

"Oh I'm just here for a swim," he replied cheekily. He seemed more composed than I remembered.

I smirked before I could control myself. The Grand Hall was suddenly almost emptied out and I figured it should be so, because it was really late. Julian wore slacks and dress shoes and I couldn't figure out why he was so dressed this late in the night.

The collar of his formal shirt peeked out from his black hoodie as he looked directly at me but not quite meeting my eyes, with both hands in his pockets.

Our eyes finally met for the briefest amount of time before I looked away. "I'm Kayden," I said.

"You're nicer than I remember," he replied. "I'm—"

"Julian, I know," I told him. I shook my head at the surprise in his face. "I'm guessing he was your dad? He called you that last week. I have good memory."