Perfect To Me

Chapter 7

Angel stood proudly, admiring a large, modern, work of art. She was in a gallery, surrounded by other similar artists, who had worked hard to achieve their dreams. She smiled.
The entire piece had been painted by her, and her alone. Singehandly, it had sold for more than three million dollars, an estimated two times the amount of any of her previous paintings. Happily, she grinned, feeling proud of her hard work and accomplishments.
"Angel!"
She spun around, as she heard a loud voice call her name.
Scanning the crowd, her eyes landed on a small middle aged woman, holding a transparent glass in her hand.
" Congratulations," the woman cried, over the noise of the crowd. " You did it!"
Suddenly, Angel realized who the woman was.
"P!nk,' she screamed. " I'm a fan!"
Proudly, the woman held her cup high in the air.
" To Angel," she cried. " For inspiring us all."
Meekly, Angel tipped her small glass in response.
" Thank you," she said, quietly, smiling.
The woman disappeared, and a young man emerged from the stairwell, a familiar grin apparent on his face.
"Angel," he called. " There you are. I was thinking I wouldn't find you, and then we'd never see each other again. Oh well."
She grinned joyously, trying hard to suppress a laugh.
" I guess you were wrong."
Happily, she joined him, and the two held hands, walking out of the art studio in silence.
" I love you," he said.
She grinned.
" I love you too."
She walked closer, and suddenly the two were standing next to each other, touching.
Silently, she reached up to his tiny face, and planted a small kiss on his delicate nose.
"See you tomorrow," she said, happily.
But he was already gone, descending down the narrow staircase, onto the flight below.

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