Second hand hearts

Chapter 5 (Luck or coincidence?)

"Amal? ,what are you doing here?".

He was suprised but at the same time happy to see her. Because the exhibition is the last event on his mind to find her at again.

"Uhh Bassam,i was just leaving. Nice seeing you again".

She turned to continue to make her way out of the venue with her heart beating fast in her chest. Funny enough,she can't point out the exact reason why but she wished she had the audacity to get back to the venue and have her little fun alone. But the conscious and insecure part of her had already won,so she has to leave.

"Wait !".
He called out as he sprinted to catch up with her. If this ain't a sign for him to get to know this lady,then what is it? He thought to himself. He will not let her slip out of his grip like that today,no chance. Besides who'll let her in without a pass afterall.

"Don't go please,come in with me".

"Don't worry about me again please,i don't even know anyone in there so i won't feel the vibe".

"But you know me".
He pointed at himself with a small shrug.

His statement almost made her laugh hysterically. He was so confident she knew him when the only thing she knows about him was his name.

"I can show you around. It'll be fun i promise but if i need to bribe you into this,i will get you any piece of painting of your choice in there".

He cut her little inner  monologue short and she looked at him in disbelief.

"You never give up do you?".

"Not on anything i set my mind to".
He answered confidently.

"I don't have the ticket,so i can't go in", she murmured embarrassingly.

"That's not an issue.  I have one,we can use it to get in".

"No please,you don't have to. I was already leaving anyway".
She protested.

"Please do me this favour. Come in even for half an hour. I promise it won't be too boring,you'll love it. Please".

She isn't a person who loves arguing especially with people she's not much familiar with. And a small part of her wants to get to enter the arena and feed her curious mind.

"Okay but i won't stay long in there. I'll just look at the paintings and leave".

"As you wish ma'am."
He said with a grin plastered across his face exposing a set of pearly white well arranged dentition.

When they got to the entrance,to her utter surprise she didn't see him show any ticket but he just talked with the grumpy security guy and they were let in.

He led their way into the gallery while she followed his trail wondering what she has just gotten herself into.

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The gallery was already full with people engaged in a conversation with one another while others were looking at the paintings on the wall to bid a price on the one of their choice to take home with them.

Bassam made sure Amal was by his side as he made his way into the crowd of people. Amal on the other hand was completely awed as her eyes kept wandering from one painting to another.

"This is beautiful. Everything is so perfect about these paintings".

"Want to look around? ".

She didn't know he heard her and she felt embarrassed a little.

"No not necessary. I can see everything from here ".

"Are you sure?".

He questioned but before she got the chance to reply him,a beautiful woman dressed in a baby pink gown and a pair of fancy shoes with her head wrapped in a very beautiful scarf that could buy all of her outfit came to where they were standing with a giant grin on her face.