"Y/n, you are the weirdest teenager I've ever met." My mom said as she stopped at the red light.
"It's not weird, I just have an alternative viewpoint of things. You should me glad I'm not trying to blow your money on going to a concert." I chuckled.
"Y/n you legit just went to a Troye Sivan concert last month."
"Now, I meant now."
She rolled her eyes and pulled into the parking lot.
"I'm just saying, you're going to an art museum, by yourself?"
I unbuckled my seatbelt.
"You know my friends aren't into this type of stuff. It's better when you're alone anyway."
I got out the car.
"Whatever you say girl. Just call me when you're finished."
I nodded. We shared our 'love you's and I walked into the building as she drove off.
As soon as I walked in I shivered from the cool temperature.
A couple of the staff greeted me as I walked towards the exhibits.
A lot of paintings and sculptures were there and it's seemed as if I was the only young person there.
It didn't really bother me since it was the art I was coming to see.
I was focusing on a painting that instantly grabbed my attention.
It was splashing with faded color and different figures throughout the painting as if to show different scenes or parts of a story.
It told so much and I was most definitely welcome to listen.
I was so caught up in the painting that I didn't really notice the guy standing beside me.
"It's really intriguing Isn't it."
I nodded without looking over at him.
"Sure is."
We stood there quietly for a second until he broke the silence.
"You know the painter wanted to capture a moment from her past while also trying to catch the audiences, by not using too much details, but enough to get the audience I see them as their own."
I instantly looked over a him who was looking at the painting.
He looked about my age, dark brown hair in a feathery pile, and thin, adorable, vintage glasses that he pushed up on the bridge if his nose when they fell down a little.
I think I'm in love.
"Hm, I bet you've said that a million times today." I exaggerated.
He obviously works here.
"Oh, I don't work here."
I raised my eyebrows.
"Really?"
He nodded with a smile.
"Oh well I'm sorry." I chuckled.
"It's alright, I'm Shawn." He brought out his hand.
"Y/n." I shook his hand for what seemed like eternity but neither of us were worried.
"Oh I'm sorry." He slowly let go and put his hands in his pockets.
"No it's fine." I chuckled.
He nodded.
"Can you tell me anything about this painting?" I moved to the next painting in which he followed.
