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"I believe in you." Roger whispered, softly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Really?" You looked up at him from the chair you were sitting in, your eyes pleadingfor validation.
Leaning down he kissed the top of your head, "Of course honey, you art is unbelievable. This sale will be successful."
"I hope so." You flattened the skirt on your lap, exhaling with a shaky breath.
In a matter of a few minutes your art exhibit was going to open for the first time, you were hoping people would want to buy some of your pieces if not then you weren't sure what to do next.
But no matter what you need you had Roger to count on, even back when you first met.
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"Excuse me, do you know who painted this?" A voice from over your shoulder asked.
Turning around you gazed at the blonde man, his eyes twinkling.
"This piece? I did!" You answered proudly.
He took another look at your painting, "This is really unbelievable."
You couldn't help blushing, "Thank you very much." This was your first time showing your art at such a high class establishment. You were worried maybe it didnt stand up to the others in this exhibit.
"My name is Roger by the way, what is this painting all about?" The man looked at you intently as you dove into the story of your favorite piece.
You and Roger spent the rest of the night talking, he was so interested in your art, and you were very flattered. Soon enough the conversation shifted to more personal topics as the two of you began to know each other.
Roger stayed until the exhibit was closed, he was reluctant to leave even then. "Can I see you again sometime?"
"Of course!" You replied, slipping him a card. "Here's my number."
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What started as a friendship blossomed into a very supportive relationship, as you continued your art Roger was always there to support you. You had told Roger multiple times that you wanted to do this without his influence, you didn't want his fame to be the reason why your art was selling. He respected that and you were forever grateful.
Roger never went to the openings of exhibits that you were involved in but this was different, this exhibit was going to be filled with art that was all created by you. You needed him there, you were so nervous it was hard to walk.
During the whole night, Roger stayed by your side but he rarely spoke. This was your night and he wanted you to be the star not him. Every time the two of you were alone, he'd softly press his lips to your cheek. "I'm so proud of you." He whispered, your cheeks burned as you smiled.
As the night came to an end, Roger stretched his hand out for you to grab it and pull yourself out of your chair. "How do you feel?"
You smiled, "Amazing but tired. I'm just so surprised all the paintings have been bought."
He shook his head with a laugh, "Of course they, you did an amazing job."
Linking your arm with his, you placed your hand on his chest. "I couldn't do it without you though."
