The Romantic Turnabout [EdgeworthxOC]

9. The Plot-Twist Date

"Let me show you something." Miles led me to another building.

Standing in front of it, I looked up at the name. My eyes glistened. "You're into art?"

Miles turned away, blushing. A smug grin crept on his lips. "Well...sort of. It's not my thing, but it does add life to my office."

I chuckled. "You sound so technical. It's so funny."

"O-Oh, is that bad?" Miles questioned.

"Of course, not silly. It's actually adorable." My lips twitched, shutting hastily. Dang it! Must I slip up in my speech?!

"Wow, I never knew you were such a flirt." Miles smiled shyly, but he kept his eyes turned away.

"I'm sorry," I rubbed the back of my head. "I seriously need to think about what I say."

"No, it's fine." Miles assured. "I find that a very nice piece of your personality."

I blinked, remaining quiet. My cheeks were flushed. But I looked the other way.

"Let's go inside."

I followed him inside. The interior here also had a very unique style. Close to American and English.

"Are you into English things?"

"English?" Miles repeated.

"It looks like you love the old fashion state, like 1800's, 1900-ish?"

"Oh, now that I'm thinking about it..." Miles held his chin. "I never noticed where the concept of these environments came from." Miles looked up at me. "Are they really from America and Europe?"

I nodded my head. "Mhm."

"Interesting." The red suited male gives his back to me. "I'll look into that later. In the meantime, let's look around."

"Okay."

Edgeworth held out his arm in my direction. I glanced at his arm, back at his face.

"May I?"

Smiling shyly, I nodded. I wrapped my arm into his, allowing him to guide me.

We walked though different galleries of interesting artwork. My eyes twinkled, admiring how high quality each photo was in its state. They weren't that accurate, but by the way the artist painted these pictures, it defined the emotion they're trying to portray.

"These pictures are so beautiful..." I mumbled in awe.

"I'm glad you like it. It's my first time bringing someone here to appreciate this type of work with me."

My head snapped up to his. "Seriously?"

Edgeworth never looked my way. "Mhm."

I feel so special... I thought. Oh...how can I not like you Edgeworth...?

"Here's my personal favorite." We stopped in front of a massive painting. It was a picture of two hands---a man and a woman's---it was fairly obvious by their structure. The hands were oddly wrinkly, and they had wedding bands on. It seemed that a stormy path stood ahead of them.

"Wow, this is deep." I spoke, impressed.

"If you don't understand it, I interpret it as a couple who has vowed to stick together until the end, even if they still have more hardships ahead of them..."

Something clicked in my brain and I yelped. "Yeah! That's exactly what I think too!"

Edgeworth looked at me, stunned. "Really?"