Daybreak

II

We met with Trisha upstairs a later, the girl in deep conversation with someone as we approached.

"Trish!" Amelia exclaimed as we stepped up beside them, "We've been looking for you everywhere, where have you been?"

"Talking obviously," Trisha shrugged, gesturing to her partner in conversation with a smile, "This is Noah. Apparently, he owns the gallery."

"It's nice to meet you," the man shot a hand in our direction, and Amelia and I each took it for a firm shake. The man looked to be in his early twenties, and dressed in dark jeans and a tan jacket, hair falling just over thin-framed glasses, a definite far cry from what I imagined a gallerist to look.

"How are you ladies enjoying the art tonight?" He asked, green eyes looking at me as he did so, hand going back into his pockets.

Amelia nodded beside me, polite, "There's definitely a lot more to see than most I've been to, I don't think I've ever been to this specific gallery before."

Noah chuckled as if what she'd said had been amusing to him, "Well this is a traveling gallery. I ask local artists in the area to come and display some of their work for a week or two before moving on and starting over again," he said, giving a warm smile.

"That must be so amazing," Trista commented, it was only then I realized how much she was attempting to flirt with the guy, no wonder she'd been giving an odd sort of smile when we approached. "How many places have you been to so far?"

Noah blinked, apparently unfazed by the insane amount of hair twirling and wide, blinking eyes pointed in his direction. "At least twenty for the past year, I hope to make it more by the end of the month."

"Must be a lot of traveling for one person," Amelia commented, shaking her head in disbelief, "Don't you ever get homesick?"

"Not really," he chuckled, adding a shrug, "I prefer going from place to place. There's so much to see instead of staying rooted for too long."

That seemed fair. When I'd chosen what university to attend after high school, I'd wanted nothing more than to move as far away as possible from the sleepy little town I'd grown up in.

Big surprise New York City was the top of the list-

"So, do you do any art?" Trisha asked.

He nodded, "I do, in fact, have you three seen the lark painting downstairs?"

Amelia's eyes widened about as big as my own, "That one's yours? That's amazing, Bree liked it so much she looked at it twice," She exclaimed, nudging me in the shoulder with a smile.

I looked to the ground, embarrassed for the extra attention.

"You're name's Bree?" I looked up when he asked for confirmation; those green eyes behind wire-rimmed frames seemed to sparkle.

I bit my lip and nodded, looking back up at him.

Time seemed to pause for the brief moment he stared at me, the slightest tinge of a grin on his lips before straightening up with a start and looking at the three of us with a smile.

"Well, ladies, it has been a pleasure speaking with you all, now if you'll excuse me, I have more guests to greet, I can't be speaking to one group of lovely ladies all night," he laughed, Trisha immediately copying the sound with more vigor, even waving as he went to leave, crossing the room to speak to another mound of people admiring a colorful quilt pegged to the wall, one more look shot over his shoulder as he went.

"He's cute," Amelia grinned after him.

"Cute? He's freaking gorgeous," Trish sighed, looking after him with a faraway look in her eyes.