Gemma was searching for inspiration, desperate for something that would inspire her to write. The museum was quiet and she walked around with her head in the clouds, imagining what her characters would be doing if they were in her setting. It wasn’t until he spoke that she noticed him. He was handsome, the kind of guy who Gemma could spend more than a few hours looking at. Snorting, she blushed a little, pulling out a fifty from her pocket. “Do you make commission on these donations?” she asked, making a point to shove the bill into the box while he was looking.
















