Beyoncé
Location: Paris, France.
"Bey, are you okay baby?"
"I'm fine. Why?"
"You've been staring at the Eiffel Tower for hours now."
"Could you bring me my sketchbook and my art case?"
"Sure." I got up and walked closer to the railing of the balcony. She came back with my book and pencils. I sat in her lap and started to sketch.
"Are you making a speech for graduation?"
"It'll be very short, I got salutatorian. I wonder who valedictorian is?"
"Umm, you're looking her."
"You beat my ninety-seven in math?"
"Yeah, I had a ninety-eight."
"That is so unfair."
"You can make my speech if you want."
"Why?"
"Public speaking isn't my thing, it makes me uncomfortable and honestly if I were to have someone else do it for me I'd pick my beautiful girlfriend."
"Say that last part again."
"My beautiful girlfriend." She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder.
"You never let me watch you draw or paint."
"I don't let anyone watch."
"Why?"
"Don't you think it's boring to just watch?"
"Not necessarily. People like seeing the whole process."
"I'll consider that next time but I'm finished now."
"Great, I could even see. Next time I'm going to sit on your lap."
"It's pretty bad, you can see the part where I first sketched it out."
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"Does it really matter that much?"
"I guess not."
"Exactly."
"Can we go to The Louvre?"
"Is that the fancy art museum?"
"Yes."
"Go get dressed." I happily kissed her lips and then went back into the hotel room for the second time today.
•-•
"And you're into this stuff?"
"If by this stuff you mean famous artwork by Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet, Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Raphael and Dali then yes."
"Like the Ninja Turtles?"
"That's not funny."
"Yes, it is. I know you wanna laugh."
"Stop it," I whined.
