2B (Bruno Mars fanfic)

Chapter 35

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Dani´s P.O.V.

I left Ryan at the table to paint with kids and followed Jaime to introduce me with someone who wanted to meet me. I was hoping it was the buyer of my painting, but unfortunately it was not. Jaime led me to my painting in front of which stood tall older man with glasses. I would say he was in his late forties-early fifties but maybe I'm wrong because evaluation of someone's age is not something that I'm good at.

"Here she is Mr. Novak." Jaime said and the man turned around to face us. I nervously smiled trying to hide that I felt a little intimidated by him for some unknown reason. The men in suits always seem to me strictly business, and I'm afraid that I do not say something wrong and embarrass myself. That must be it.

"So you did this masterpiece?" He asked and smiled looking at me and that sent wave of relief through my body. He looked less strictly with smile on his face and his deep blue eyes helped a bit.

"I guess I did." I politely replied.

"I´ll leave you two to talk in peace, excuse me." Jaime said and left me alone with this man.

"I´m Jonathan Novak" He said with smile and reached his hand for hand shake. I accepted it with a smile.

"I'm Dani... just Dani." He looked at me with confused smirk.

"Just Dani? You don't have last name?" He asked curiously.

"I think that I have but I can not remember what it is." I replied and he looked even more confused so I continued. "Month and half ago I had an accident and I lost my memory and I don't know anything about me except that my name is Dani and that I'm 27 years old." I continued nervously, rubbing bracelet against my skin. That bracelet that is everything that I have from my "old life". If I don't have it I wouldn't even know what my first name is.

"In that case you can call me Jonathan and I am so sorry to hear that." He sympathetically smiled at me. I´m starting to get annoyed with fact that people change their face expression and feel sorry for me every time they hear my story but I need to be polite.

"Thank you... Mr.No.... well Jonathan." I let out small laugh.

"That´s better." He smiled back at me and then turned his attention at my painting. "I sensed that the person behind this painting has an interesting story, but I did not know how interesting."

"That is great word to describe my situation; interesting." I said also looking at my painting.

"This is extraordinary... the way you expressed your emotions is absolutely astonishing. You don't know whether you had any kind of official art education?"

"As far as I know this is the first time I picked up a brush in my hand." I replied.

"That makes it even more amazing." He said staring at my painting like he is looking the work of some famous artist. I didn't know should I feel proud or ashamed. I don't deserve all this compliments for my first work. When I started painting I didn't even know what I was doing.

"I wouldn't go that far and call it amazing. Painting helped me to get rid off accumulated frustration in me. Has served its purpose, but I think I will not do it again. It was a some kind of therapy for me and that's all." I shrugged with a modest smile.