Supanova

New friends

"That's the thing about art, It can mean anything and be interpreted differently by millions of people it's never just one thing."

Nova
"No dad, the GPS said take a left." I argue.

"No I know a different way." He dismisses me.

He always did this when we're going somewhere we've never been. He swore he knew every short cut there was and then we somehow end up being lost. He's going to make me late to my interview.

"If we get lost you owe me money."

"Is that a bet young lady?"

"Yes it is old man." I challenge.

"That's fine since we're not going to get lost I know these roads." He boasts.

I roll my eyes and get comfortable in the passenger seat, this might be a long drive. After a few minutes of him driving we pull into the parking lot of the art museum. I for one was shocked we even made it.

"This the first time you didn't get lost."

"That means you owe me money." He smiles.

"Yeah okay."

We get out the car and he walks me into the building. It was so nice the glass doors had a a shine to it that made them look like there were a certain color in the light. The lobby was decorated with plants and flowers and at the front desk sat a dark skinned middle aged woman.

"Hello, how can I help you today." She smiles politely.

"I'm here for an interview."

"Can I get your name please."

"Nova Desir."

She dials a number on the phone and lets whoever's on the phone know I'm here.

"He'll be right with you."

I nod and go over to the side to wait. I don't know why but I was a little nervous.

"I'll see you when you get home good luck." He kisses me goodbye and I watch as he leaves out the glass doors

"Nova?" A man calls my name a I look up.

"Right here." I smile waving at him.

"Nice to meet you I'm George, your dad has been showering you with good comments." He smiles taking my hand to shake.

He was a middle aged white man with brown hair a trimmed up beard with specks of gray in it his eyes were a bright blue, It felt like they were staring into my soul. In all honesty he was by far the most attractive DILF I've ever meet.

"That's good to hear." I smile suppressing my thoughts.

"Come on back I'll do a quick interview and then I'll get Darius to show you around."

"Who's that?"

"He's one of the museums tour guides he's going to train you."

"Oh okay," I nod.

We walk into his ginormous office the all white walls were decorated with different paintings and art it was beautiful. There was one painting that caught my eye though.

It was a portrait of a endless river but in the distance I could see a forest and there was figure but i couldn't quite tell who it was meant to be. That was the mystery of it.

It was so interesting and bone chilling at the same time at the endless possibilities of who it could be or what it represented.

"It's my favorite amongst all the paintings in my office." He smiles.