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It was always nice to find a fellow art lover, so she was more than happy to take him over to the Fine Arts Gallery. She was taking a sip of her smoothie as they crossed the street when she heard his question. âOhâŚyou though that I was the artist? No, no. I donât actuallyâŚIâm the art curator for the gallery. Iâm in charge of makinâ the exhibits and helpinâ sell the art.â Dylan clarified almost apologetically feeling like she had tricked him in some way. âIâm sorry. I shouldâve clarified that. Do you still want to check it out though? Weâve got a photography exhibit and a few paintings from our last exhibit that weâre just waitinâ to be taken to their new rightful owners.â
Antoine shrugged when Dylan told him that the art in the gallery didnât belong to her and was already saying, âI donât mind! Iâd love to see it all anyway!â long before she ever asked him if he would. He nodded eagerly as she mentioned the exhibits and said again, âIâd love to see it! Iâd...really like to get into photography. I seems like a lot of fun.â He wanted to paint too, but with shaky hands it was kind of difficult to accomplish a straight line.













