Apollo

four.

I faced a thousand dilemmas before but none as exhilarating as having to choose between a gourmet sandwich or a classic PB and J. Not to mention the trapenade and bowl of berries just waiting to be devoured.

This is the best breakfast I've ever had, no offense, Mom.

Polo prepared a picnic breakfast for us. I've always wanted to have dates like this but living in the present, there's just a little too much pollution you can take. Outdoors isn't that great of an idea.

After we have had enough, we decided to just sit back and bask in the warmth of the sun. We positioned ourselves to get a pefect view of the grand greens beyond.

"I want to be an artist." I stated. I felt him turn his head towards me. "To be able to create worlds, that's wonderful."

He kept quiet so I continued, "but I can't, I can't find my art." This time I turned to face him.

He just smiled at me and stood up. He walked towards the bag he brought and took something from it. He handed me a small canvas. For seconds, it just hang in the air. When I did not take it, he placed it in front of me. I stared at it for a moment before I got my bag and took out the paintbrush I packed.

"I have no paint." I stated.

"Make your own." He said as he took the bowl of berries and placed it beside the canvas.

I did as he said. I crushed the blueberries and raspberries, it was all I need to create hues of red, blue and purple. I dipped my paintbrush in red. At first, I did not know what to paint, how to start but Polo grabbed my hand and guided it towards the canvas creating a vertical stroke. I looked up at him. He smiled at me ss he let go of my hand.

Once again, I dipped my paintbrush, this time in blue, and created more strokes. Polo just stared at me as I continued.

We remained that way for a few minutes. I actually did not know what I was painting but I just did partly because he was watching me. I felt the urge to impress him. But when I dipped my paintbrush again, an idea popped into my mind.

I slowly lifted my paintbrush and as he was looking at the canvas, I took the opportunity to smear some berry juice in his face.

For a moment, I acted surprised and apologetic not showing any humor whatsoever. Polo, on the other hand, just looked impassive.

I was about to say a sincere apology when his fingers found its way to my face and I felt the contrasting warmth and chill of the berry juice. I striked back. As he did.

The next thing I knew, I was running away from him laughing as he chased me bringing the bowl of berries as he roared with laughter.

"Have you ever thought you were looking in the wrong place?" Polo asked me. I told him the story of how I've been failing at creating art.

"Of course, I did. A lot of times." I said before taking a sip of egg drop soup. "The thing is I don't know where to look. I tend to look everywhere which eventually leads me nowhere."

"Hmm." He took a bite from his plate before continuing, "Have you ever thought of looking at when and not where?"

I paused from taking another spoon of my soup and stared at him. "I appreciate your attempt at sounding poetic but what do you mean?" I asked him confused.

He took another bite and disregarded my question. "Or looking for a who? I mean, you haven't seen me before."

I was dumbfounded by his statement. I didn't know what he meant by it but something about what he said made me smile.