No Trespassing

Weird Painting with Weird Taste

"It's him." Camilla look wide-eye at the man standing right straight on her track. He's the man from the other day who let his Bull mastiff dog chase her away. He is now seriously talking to the exhibit organizer. He looks dashingly handsome wearing his charcoal grey tuxedo.

"Who's him?" Diana inquire confusingly but it seems her friend is too drawn in with her own reverie than to hear her.

"So, that's him? Well he-."

"Who's him?"

"Oh, now you notice me dear best friend. Actually that's what I ask awhile ago yet you never mind me."

"Oh sorry, I didn't hear you." Camilla said apologetically

" It's fine silly you." Diana smiles widely to lighten the tension that is starting to build up.

"So, is it really him."

Camilla returns her friend's smile with a wide grin.

"Oh goodness, when will you stop with that interrogation. He is not, okay. Besides, can you stop being nosy with my love life."

"He is not. Why are you looking at him then?"

" It's a long story okay. I will tell you all about it at home. I promise." Camilla assured her friend while extending her pinky finger for a promise.

"Here we go again with your childishness Camilla." Diana said while extending her pinky finger to do the promise and hugs her afterwards.

"You better tell me Camilla or else." Camilla giggled with her friend's threat.

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Camilla is now roaming the place to see the different paintings being displayed. Her friend Diana is now busy chatting with her classmate way back in high school whom they met a while ago. She give both girls the time to catch up for the lost time and let herself enjoy the exhibit.

While looking through the different paintings, one painting that seems to be different from the others caught Camilla's interest. It is a portrait of a man who is looking downward. A 5 o'clock shadow can be seen under his eyes. His hair looks disheveled and on his background is a mixture of black and brown hue. There are pigments of red, yellow, and white on the sides that looks like flowers but are not. Camilla can't help but smile while looking at the painting before her. It's beautiful even if not everyone can see it and there is something in it that trigger something inside of her.

"What's so funny?" Camilla was startled when she hears his deep voice again. He's not looking at her this time but instead on the painting that she has been looking before.

Camilla can now clearly see his well-shaven face, tall straight nose, thick eyebrows and his black thick hair that Camilla wanted to run her fingers in it just to feel it's buoyancy.

"Don't you know that it's rude to stare at someone?" he said while glancing at her. Camilla can now see his brown eyes that seems to sparkle with the lights around the exhibit.

"He really looks gorgeous." Camilla thought to herself

"Uh, ah sorry. I didn't mean to." Camilla slap herself on the inside knowing on how blatantly she stares and ogle at him.

"Oh, hi! It's you again. Nice meeting you here Mr.---?" Camilla greets him cheerfully and held her hand for shaking. Minutes pass by and Camilla thought that he's going to ignore her again but this time he held his hand for shaking.

"Sancho Montague. You are?" he inquire.

Camilla didn't answer him immediately, she is too overwhelm that he answers her. Oh my goodness he answers me and shakes my hand unlike the other time. Am I gonna jump, hug him or ACT NORMAL CAMILLA the way how a professional and a pediatrician act. Her mind castigated her. Still Camilla can't stop herself so she smiles at him widely instead. She's so happy and actually doesn't know why.