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"I can't believe you pulled the fake name trick on me ", he exclaims laughing .

" what else do you do when a shabby looking guy starts asking for your name ?",I defend .

"Oh please ,I'm not that shabby ", he says looking down on himself and then back at me and I just laugh at his actions.
He looks at me as I laugh with an eyebrow raised and his hand rests on his chin . I stop laughing and he still stares at me ,but my smile doesn't disappear

" You look beautiful ",he says out of the blue .

My eyes widen and my smile fades .
I feel the heat reach my cheeks and my eyes search for something on the table but they find nothing. A reaction so common I hate it but right now I don't now how to react at his words .

" Thanks",I whisper loud enough for him to hear .

"Oh please ,you owe me dinner now that you know that's the only way to thanks me ", he says

I laugh and he raises from his seat and heads towards me and then he pulls my chair backwards .

" Come on ,I have something to show you ",he says taking hand in his while helping me to my feet. .

" Wow,typical dude ",I say under my breath but he catches it and laughs .

*
When he stops the car we're outside a house . Its beautiful , the grass is green filled with red and white roses . The walls are painted white and the front door is made of glass embroiled with golden designs.

" Is this the part where you kidnap me and tie me up in the basement and then no one ever finds me because this house  looks pretty normal , a regular family home  and the neighbors probably think you're a good citizen ",I say looking at him .

" You watch too many movies and besides this isn't my house even if it was a good place to kidnap you "

"It happens "

"This ,my dear Rosalia ,is a place where I keep some of my art .So its like a place where you bring your art pieces and they exhibit it "

I raise an eyebrow at him

"Art ? So you paint ", I ask

He nods . I don't say anything because I'm just lost .As we enter the house like structure I notice the board . Art gallery

" Why a house though?",I ask him while following him through the house and I notice many paintings each telling a story of their own .

"Because the person who started it painted everywhere at some point it would be better to show not only the paintings but also the art work that is part of the house "

I nod at the fascinating tale .

"Look here ", he says drawing my attention to a particular piece of art .
It rests on the wall . So many colours around a city with buildings at the background and in the front is a hooded figure looking down . I can't see his face and above him are clouds roughly drawn and a single raindrop .

" Beautiful ",is all I whisper .

" You think so?",he says and all I do is nod as I stare at the beauty that presents itself in front of me .

"Come on this isn't what I wanna show you ",he says dragging me away taking my hand in his and pulling me behind him .

" Hey ! I was still looking "

"Just look at this ",he pulls down the white sheet that was bidding the painting and I see a half painted art piece this time . Its a someone looking over an entire area except the face isn't done and the sun sheds light over the figure as it looks over this particular are from a far .

" Its half done ",I state the obvious .

" I know but I don't know what to paint after this . ",he says with so much frustration

" What's the story behind it?"

He pulls two chairs to the front of the work of art and he offers me a seat.

"This one says something about looking back on a lot of things. This person was running away from something but as you can see its incomplete . "

"Who is it?"

"I don't know yet "

"Must be frustrating . You don't know the person in your art "

"Oh you can mock ,what can you do ?",he pokes me .

" I write poetry ",I say .

" Oh please. It mist be just as bad when you have to write something "

I nod ,"True but I don't think anyone would notice unlike that big gap in that canvas ",I say pointing at the art piece while laughing .

" Recite something for me ,please ",he says with an angelic smile on his face .

I shake my head violently,"No ,not happening Wesley "

"Come on ,I showed you my unfinished work and you even judged it . You know I new let anyone see them "

"I didn't ask you to "

"yeah ,but you loved them so that's good enough.  You would have asked me if you knew I was that good . So I'm asking you because I have a feeling you're amazing . "

I laugh ,"no way "

"Please ,pretty please ", he begs and I just stare at his silliness . He doesn't take no for an answer so he gets on his knees and hugs my legs ," Please ! Please,please please ."

"Fine! Fine ,just get of me ", I say as he stands up and sits on his chair .

" No judging ",I warn

" Okay ,I can live with that although its unfair but its the least I can do . "

I laugh and I stand from my chair so I stand in front of him . I look at him and I feel a little nervous so I shake my limbs a bit .

"Damn ,I shouldn't have agreed ", I say .

" Come on "

"Don't push it ", I said .

I breath in and out .

" okay ,this one is called' Experiences'",I begin .

"Now having built up enough courage to continue a tale buried four fantasies further filled with memories too precious to forget ",I pause and I close my eyes again feeling myself fall into deeper character.
" The sky blinks at us with shimmers of silver and the nights breeze blows my fears far away as I'm held between your past and your future ",he's  eyes look deeper at me and I feel the words begin to flow through me .
" As we stay hidden I bury my fears
In hope to never be caught .
Caught by the unlucky lovers who loath my love
Caught by the lost souls who search for a love like me ."
As the nervousness loses control over me I gain a new found confidence as I resume reciting the poem .
" And when the sun rises I only hope to have escaped down a path sweeter on a yacht big enough .
To escape the harsh words of this world ", I notice how he stands from his seat and  grabs his paint brush and he begins painting something on his unfinished canvas but I continue not feeling like stopping .
" To escape the brutal mouths that question how authentic my love is
The generational hatred that snakes through the sea around us because we're different .
I would escape the clutches of hatred to be with you .
Because our fears will carry our love for nine good months
Until it how's through labour pains and we give birth to a brand new kind of love
A strong love because we carried it even in fear and hatred .
But perhaps these experiences
Of fear ,hatred and love
Become the foreground of my existence "

I look at him and he takes my hand in his as he leads me back to my seat and shows me a completed art piece.
I'm speechless when I see that the person who's face was incomplete a few minutes ago is now me .
I look over the green area with red roses  and the buildings that are further in the picture are all covered with more vibrancy and I hold someone's hand in the picture .

"That's me ", I say but my voice comes out as a whisper .

" Yes ,that's you and I hope you can tell the story behind this beautiful piece of art . "