Chapter 91

I return the gesture and turn away, digging my hands into my pockets and walking off. I wander around for a while. I even stop by the bakery and get a latte along with an oatmeal muffin. I finish the muffin at the bakery and then I walk off with my coffee in my hand and somehow find my way deeper into town where the Art Gallery lays. When I arrive at the front, there are no flashy lights. Just a soft glow coming off from the tall building. I try the door and find that it's unlocked. I don't even have to question myself if I should be doing this. They're obviously open if the door isn't locked. I walk down the long halls to see many paintings. All ranging from moods of happiness, despair, love. They all seem to tell a different story each. I wonder if the people behind the piece of art also have a story to tell. Whoever they are, they're seriously talented. And I silently wonder how my painting got in with all of these. Sure, I think I'm good, but