𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧

🪷 3

The morning light filtered softly through Miyu's curtains, casting a gentle glow over her pastel-hued apartment. She sipped her coffee, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety about her upcoming visit to the art exhibit with Miller. The phone buzzed on the table—Miller's name flashing on the screen.

"Hey, Miyu! Just checking in—are we still on for the exhibit today?" the message read.

Miyu hesitated before typing back: "Yes, I'm looking forward to it. What time should we meet?"

"Great! Let's meet at the gallery entrance at 2 PM. I'll get the tickets and see you then!" Miller responded.

Promptly at 2 PM, Miyu arrived at the gallery, her steps deliberate as she approached the entrance. She spotted Miller near the ticket counter. He was dressed casually in a black shirt and baggy pants, his short, fluffy hair giving him an effortlessly cool appearance. He waved when he saw her, his smile warm and inviting.

"Hey, Miyu! Glad you could make it," Miller greeted, stepping forward to greet her.

"Hi, Miller," Miyu replied, returning his smile as she joined him. "Thanks for inviting me."

Inside, the gallery was filled with a cool, crisp air that contrasted with the summer heat outside. The walls were adorned with vibrant paintings and intricate sculptures. Miller, with his relaxed and enthusiastic demeanor, guided Miyu through the exhibits.

"This piece here is my favorite," Miller said, stopping in front of a large painting of a turbulent sea. "The colors and movement really draw me in. There's something about the chaos that feels oddly comforting."

Miyu examined the painting, her gaze softening. "It is striking. It reminds me of the emotions I try to express in my own art."

As they continued through the gallery, Miller's excitement about the artwork was infectious. They discussed various pieces, Miller's casual flirty remarks adding a light-hearted tone to their conversation. Miyu found herself drawn into his enthusiasm, her initial nervousness gradually easing.

Just before they reached the modern art section, Miller turned to her with a grin. "Oh, by the way, my sister, Lana, wanted to come along too. She's running a bit late, but she's excited to meet you."

Miyu's curiosity was piqued. "Your sister?"

"Yeah, she owns a boutique in town. She's really into art too. I think you two will get along well," Miller said.

True to Miller's word, Lana arrived shortly after, her presence radiating warmth and friendliness. Lana's dark hair and hazel eyes, accentuated by a distinctive mole above her lip, gave her an approachable charm. She was dressed in stylish streetwear that complemented her laid-back demeanor.

"Miyu, it's so nice to finally meet you!" Lana greeted with a bright smile. "Miller's told me a bit about you. I hope you're enjoying the exhibit."

"It's been wonderful," Miyu replied, feeling a sense of relief in Lana's genuine friendliness. "Thank you for the invitation."

Lana's smile widened. "I'd love for you to come over for dinner sometime. We can chat more and get to know each other better. What do you think?"

Miyu was pleasantly surprised. "That sounds lovely. I'd really enjoy that."

Miller beamed, clearly pleased with the invitation. "Great! I'll coordinate with Lana to find a time that works for all of us."

As the group continued through the gallery, the conversation flowed easily. Miller's enthusiasm about the artwork and Lana's warm demeanor helped Miyu feel increasingly at ease. By the time they left the gallery, the afternoon sun was casting a golden hue over the city.

Miller suggested grabbing a bite to eat at a nearby café, and Miyu agreed. As they walked, her thoughts were filled with a mix of hope and nervous anticipation. Despite her lingering doubts, she couldn't help but feel that this new connection might lead to something meaningful.

As they settled into the café, Miyu found herself more open to the possibilities that lay ahead. For the first time in a while, the prospect of new experiences and connections seemed less daunting.